This is a song about "Rhymes ill new young takeover"

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Wrecking with ill skill,my rhymes are like diseases they slowly kill.

Fuck the rest, we keep it nice and trill, southern takeover

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

We be like chow

We takeover this now

Lets give your face a new look, ill take a photo, itll be on the front paper

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Shit, i'm still number one on the podium for ill rhymes

I’m not some kid who’s gonna let you just takeover me

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

My ill rhymes, will chill spines/

When i get my hands on nines