This is a song about "Got enough mcs apitting"

And it's time to make a real nigga separation

'cause we're the mcs of the new generation

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Got enough rappers to kill, you're my foe, see/

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

The thoughts i've thought up lost up in my brain, man i got enough to

Either way i'll still be grinning, lived to the fullest. i got enough singles in storage,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Now it's yachts, pockets got enough knots to take mobs shopping

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts