This is a song about "Jimmy fallon lexus car contest"

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

Think you can diss the best you are loosing this contest

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

There ain't no stopping this, it is no contest

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Whenever i try to contest people, they say i'm the best,

Rather be in the studio then out buying drinks

The lexus and the platinum watch and ice on the wrists,

My rhymes are brake lights on #late #nights, jimmy fallon,

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

No i can't drive a car

You're in a seminar

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Keep it simple, this aint no contest (yet)

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

My conquest keeps me dissin, this shit just isn't a contest