This is a song about "Rappers retire"

Let your body retire, tired of looking at you

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Young kid rappers, kidnappers

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Piling r.i.p"another of cheekos beaten rappers"

Now you got a masters

No telling how many rappers

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Killin' wack rappers, backstabbin' backpacker fags

Flow is so dominant beating rappers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

You wack rappers can go lay

I swear i'm coming back one day

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

However she won't retire ever, she's much to clever