This is a song about "Shit talking and fighting"

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Your wits are shit, keep talking and i'll take this here drill bit and shove it in your eye,

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

I fight this shit and i will keep fighting on,

I swear they talking shit

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Infectious like my rhymes, i'm fighting crime, and picking wages

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

For talking shit about the bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich