This is a song about "Rappers are in my way"

My rhymes are hieroglyphic, only true rappers can understand them,

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

You fucked up my heart in every single way,

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

They say they would shoot the pistol at anyone in my way, in my way

Cuz my raps are way tighter i got a way wider

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

The way i flow the way i rap, your insults are my incentive to tap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Too many rappers are on my hit list