This is a song about "Rinsing and mincing"

And their mothers and fathers

Uzi pop, you news and choppers

Yea, i been humble too long

And once i'm dead and gone

And i'm dizzy and spinning

There'd still be niggas out killing

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

It's a battlejust for tha big money

And a fridge and some broccoli

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Snapple fact: you rather wack

And like to boast and brag