This is a song about "Inferior rappers"

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Other rappers should beware of me

We gotta get back to what really matters

But if we'll talk about old-skool rappers

Rappers try to act like me

To them it's just a story

Teach wack rappers how to spell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

Shifted i'm standing, above all you rappers,

Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve

He said '' never will i treat you inferior again'' and his son hugged him with brutal injuries

Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Piling r.i.p"another of cheekos beaten rappers"