This is a song about "Im gonna beat you"

Im gonna be rapping till im decomposed

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

You may be level 2 but after i win im gonna gloat

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Vision, im so sick, got you hoes on my dick, if this weren't a battle i'd beat you

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

I got so many bars that im gonna imprison you

But let me tell you im not gonna be yo hoe ass bate

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

You sleepin countin sheep while im recording to a great beat,

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Those tits im gonna squeeze

Right flows down and they might go nice

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

Who gonna beat someone to the ground.