This is a song about "Spitters are quitters"

Two click-clacks and a burst in the niggas , they be scared and be running with their tears

All these other rappers to you they're no par, skill discrepancy you spitters are so scarce

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

They calling me the hottest in the game

You are excess,you are nobody to me,you are stranger

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Are so good while yours are mold

Fuck friends (as if they are)

I'm a fucking rap star

That gyal want mi ride har

Just because of who we are,

Blessed to be who they are

Don't go to far