This is a song about "Fuck you and your rhymes i m lyrically sick"

M rhymes out here and ill leave these wack bitches burnt like toast

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

I stab you in the gut and than fuck your slut

And now i know you got one lyrically,

My education stopped at a high school degree

Lyrically put my hand in your head and then jettison your skeleton

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Tie your dumbass in the corner and make you watch as i fuck your former lover,

Make room for the groom married to his music

Ill fuck with your mind make you physicly sick