This is a song about "Jack thinking he is hard"

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

He told me i'm the ruler of his world, but my beauty is hard to measure

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

What this bitch is thinking

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

When people thinking they tight, thinking they rapping is life,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Thinking he could beat me, his bean sized little mind made him

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Thinking he can lyrically wrassle with me my ric flair

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

You really thinking you can beat me easy but it's too hard

I want that title but they got me fighting under card