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

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

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

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Queens comin thru to takeover ya team back from the deceased

This young new kid about to run this shit

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

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

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

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

The teens need a new idol, ill tell em to admire this.

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Sure i might be mentally ill, but my rhymes endlessly spill,

M rhymes out here and ill leave these wack bitches burnt like toast

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost