This is a song about "Someone thinking that they are a better rapper than me"

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

Im the perfect specimen / that nobodies better than

He was better than you, but that nigga still couldn't stick me

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

But that just makes me better than a redneck spitting chew

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?

Thinking your better than what i see,

Bitch, they call it motor city

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

Off a plank, and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

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