This is a song about "Gut up nicki minaj and send the body to meek"

I'm a punch to the gut, colon incapacitation

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Young money like drake and nicki

When you wipe your eyes see it clearly

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

And god says the meek will inherit the earth.

Ripping ya tendons and using the bitches to wrap ya body up like a gift for christmas/

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Shut the hell up, or i'll send you up to space like gravity/

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

The white nicki minaj, yet better and i just came

Then i gut em to the core

And you ain't gotta go to war