This is a song about "Stabbing your little brother"

Thinking you're all big with your little crew,

Now i gotta exit after you

Your rhymes needs just a little adjustment

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Savage, a placid assassin stabbing your back with a jagged pole

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Your the little shit that, nobody knows!

Your all little faggot niggas with your city lost,

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

Watching over til they come and kill your brother, rape your mother

Little middle class suburban kid, your rapping's worse,

It was just the four of us uptown corners