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

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

And you wish your cells were sick like this

I stab you in the gut and than fuck your slut

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Lyrically aggressive, i spit metaphorically with rhymes that god blesses,

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

You a lady boss, now you fly free

And now i know you got one lyrically,

I was slapped lyrically and verbally on both sides

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

I just spit six lines of quick and sick rhymes to pass the time

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line