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

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

Spittin rhymes i'm on bros new beats a new girl and she got a couple of cheeks

Like a male version of lauryn hill

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

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

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

Cus i'm old school, dealing with new niggas who just can't cope with these rhymes

And i know i'm young enough, but too old to be new

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

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

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Ill get to slap that fucken face and talk about it in my rhymes