This is a song about "Got more skills than merk mills"

Got you coughing up more blood than dracula when he spits

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Hurling myself at an easel, i got more endurance than a diesel

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I've got more rhymes off the chain than an independent store,

So i can start this freestyle, got more rhymes than there's crops

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

But tupac got shot and cost my dad more than a dime

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

Now they fallin off like nutso on above the rim

But he feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him