This is a song about "Dissin all these rappers"

Welcome to hell part three, where we adolf all these rappers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Better than the rappers that you listen to, i'm dissin' you,

Beware your existence im a villian i know your feelin this dont sqeal lil

Because i'm weary of seeing all these rappers spitting on records with no skill

Showing me all these successful rappers but not the "came to" ones

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

That's why all these motherfuckin' rappers don't respond back,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

All these rappers talking 'bout their diamonds and their whips,

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Im killing all these niggas that's claiming to be rappers