This is a song about "Rap about your origin and how it molded you into the person you are today"

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

How were you today? eh k that's all you say and i'm like noway you in a

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Step back and respect the art's fucking origin

And you will fall, no lie it doesn't matter about the size i'll still end your life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Rap about life, and tell me about the life you had,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

The rap game you cherished, cut your pussy and left you airless

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

It was about the rhythm, personality, and your flow that made you rose//

Your photo is delivering a massive message it says that you can't even rap in the rap battles

That's why in every line i just clever rhyme and every time i fit in syllables,

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit