This is a song about "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and they are like its better than yours damn right its better than yours i will teach you but i will have to charge"

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

We new passtime, and we feelin better than, better than the veterans/

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Better than the rappers that you listen to, i'm dissin' you,

Of the words i spit, they will attack right to thee.

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Industry and the strings attached to yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

My raps is better then yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

And could i be a star

Its yours until the protocol

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods