This is a song about "Girly rappers"

Shifted i'm standing, above all you rappers,

Better yet they work my every nerve

Talking of the gods you serve

I shoot seeds at rappers

Rappers try to act like me

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Bun b, i’m underground king

All y'all rappers get boring

And i ain't goin' well

Teach wack rappers how to spell

The afrocentric rappers spittin', blazin' chronic,

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

You wack rappers can go lay

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

You thought i was a girly girl spitting bout some love tho?