This is a song about "Ill rap you to dead"

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Ill make you eat the words of your fruity rap then tell me how it fuckin tastes

Ill give you time to sleep on your rap schemes.

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Of willing to aim, a gun, to your forehead, its not fun, to wish you were dead.

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

That rap is mostly dead/

You could say i'm friends with fred

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Ill win the battles, ill leave the sluts for you to woo

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Bang your dead . so ill call jesus and tell him i killed you cause