This is a song about "Im better than you at raping"

I call em up, they might fall through

No one knows yourself better than you

My little brother could rap better than you

When i get to warwick avenue

Dammen that is the way you are supposed to be raping

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

Look at our presidents, he's charming, but he's raping the land,

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

I'mmma beat you. cuase you know im better than. you always had.

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

Its evident, im better than eleven men at everything

Im the perfect specimen / that nobodies better than

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man