This is a song about "Look at your nokia brick"

And look at your edition compared to its definition,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Unless when you look at the mirror on your door

They probably look at me

Than the muse of a family

Bro look at your face its a disgrace, to humanity, you look like you hit third

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Getting lower than your diss track to k. brick in the battle,

But before you come to me look at your own reflection

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Look at you with your little baby nerves,

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

But its real look at today , look at what you portray,