This is a song about "Killing these rappers"

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

All these rappers fake i use no backdrop/

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

These rappers say they getting high, but these niggas below me

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Im how these other rappers outa be

I have these rappers' farms burnt in ashes

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

I'mma beat these rappers in this rappin' game,

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Not me, i bet you remember the night

These rappers look and sound alike

The crown ruler is back

These whack rappers, rapping whack

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot