This is a song about "Let me see your chain"

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

God dont let them get to me while i sing your praise

Let me be your rap teacher

But that's what he liked her

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Let em' preach me on a pulpit, 'cause compared to your horseshit,

Here... let me stretch your legs,

I'm on deck i'm up next

Come on, fatso, let me feel your best haymaker,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Let me twist your mind,and fuck it in all directions

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Let me have it your rhymes are mine from last week

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league