This is a song about "My raps rule and your raps suck"

Uhh, and i'm ill

But,my raps scar and kill,

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

I destroyed it with my raps,

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

My lone genius'll smash your raps to pieces/

4 more bars and youll feel disgusted by your own raps

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Of your shit raps and the real shit i brainstorm

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Amma change my style a bit and try to spit deep raps.

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Your raps are monotonous

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Your holy raps are to me