This is a song about "I m better at rapping than you"

I mock your skills and make it better than you could imagine it

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Y'all can call me illiterate, but i spit better than you, so deal with it

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Is written in our souls, africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

I hope you know what you're up against i'm better than severed lines

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

I shred better than any paper shredder, better than

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

I be rapping at you niggas like a lampoon

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,