This is a song about "Jaelon stewart"

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

Rap temple custodian, i'm priest to meet you, you're elite too?

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

So, i'm leaving you with a brand like your name was russell.

I'm the motherfucking richard dawkins of rap beef

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

This shit's a busy world like the book by richard scarry,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her