This is a song about "I get girls better than you"

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Only chicken heads chicken out

Your girls so big, i dont get aroused.

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

Cuz it don't get no better than this

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

I can play binary search better than guitar

Surely you can rap better than this right?

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

You better get with the times