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

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

I stab you in the gut and than fuck your slut

I'll lyrically destroy your mind leave you unthinkable

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

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

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

The weed in me is real sticky

And now i know you got one lyrically,

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

And shove my rhymes up your ass and declare you a fraud.

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her