This is a song about "Opponents"

I fire off like terrorist turrets,with opponents i vs.,

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

Opponents just suck, i hate to be that guy

Grind your teeth instead of your opponents

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I'm ready to face off against unworthy opponents/

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

We freestyle battle opponents and make em break like pots of clay

Killed legendary opponents, rap is to me as cops are to donuts

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I love it when my opponents spit emotionally

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

I thrive on makin’ my opponents think that i’ve died