This is a song about "Taunting"

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

Talking shit, taunting feels like i'm being haunted feel empty like desserts

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

And here you are, flaunting chains and taunting rappers

And think about on openings, a ring taunting, haunting,

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing