This is a song about "Rich thinks he can rap"

If lay-low thinks he can start shit, well i'll tackle him,

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

And i made it with that dope flow

Thinks they can play in my m-o

This shit has got my soul

He thinks that he can control

He looks all the same but thinks in a rather different way.

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Now when he thinks of then he begins to cry.

420 is a fucking faggot,just to test him if he thinks he's sick ill disinfect him

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Get aload of sarap thinking he can rap ill pull the trigger an leave your brains in your hat,

Blind, damn his so fuken kind he thinks he is better than me

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby