This is a song about "Rap battles talkin shit"

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Fake punk, talkin all that shit, you ain't rough

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

I know the world been waiting for that

Pissed that my battles are full of real shit

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Keep talkin shit i'll punch you in the forehead so hard your brain turns to mush

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

We #sell #that #dope #shit on the grind, and we ain't talkin' 'bout dealers,

You see, them other guys pay their mind to your physical features

I'm dissin every bitch who's talkin shit when their styles suck

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Deezy, runs this rap shit,

Or let the mob handle that

When he was say rap god he was talkin bout me

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really