This is a song about "I beat you with my rhymes"

I'll beat you with my bare knuckles and not even struggle.

Every since then our whole city been horrible

I kill you with this beat, commit a homicide

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

Alright take me on, i wouldn't do that my gramma could beat you with a

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Living in,my notebook's still filled with rhymes

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

I'll beat you any day of the week with rhymes, comebacks, and shit i proclaim.

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Before i beat you i'll leave u with a loaded weapon

You hungry faggots eat my rhymes, when i throw a rhyme.

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

But i'll beat the shit outta you with my rap belt

That i can't win, so i'm invitin' some help