This is a song about "I ll beat the shit out of your"

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Pull it out, yo heart, the beat, the start you see, every part of me

So i guess i smoke to the beat and shit

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

So don't sit there and wait, write the shit out of your pen, and levitate...

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Fuck, fuck, fuck. out of luck, i'm stuck. shit, shit, shit. i quit, a bit lit.

And my niggas all the same

Fucking the shit out of this game

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

Feeling the warmth. and hearing the beat of your heart. feeling your skin.

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

Of your shit raps and the real shit i brainstorm