This is a song about "Rivals"

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

But it ain't so gunny, the blood just gets you rivals

No, jesus christ and shawn carter are my only rivals

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Baby, you got that super bass

Rips rivals with rhyme he busts or lays

While im shooting at my rivals with a a rifle,

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

Rivals must wait in line, like its scarcity/

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

While you gasp 'n' you croak, my clueless rivals run as i chew your eyeballs whole

Together all the timethought it was true love

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

Whole midwest, detroit, nap town, st. louis

Tensions fume as my rivals rally against this