This is a song about "My opponent"

In order to battle i need a valid opponent, this bitch is week y'all know that i own it,

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

And i can already see the flips my opponent will pull

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

You just working with the scraps you was given

I'm focused 'n loaded on the closest opponent who's next

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

I'm lyrically destroying my opponent and now he's like "please stop!"

So if it comes down, may the best man win

This is my original, my validation

The wrong drink, the right work

My shirt, purple label my shirt