This is a song about "Thinkin you a better rapper than me"

No one knows yourself better than you

I call em up, they might fall through

For whining and crying for thinking you were so much better than me

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I'm ten times better than you spoofing your favorite rapper

Unlike these rappers who rather dress-up than be a rapper

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

My little brother could rap better than you

Better aim than a shooter,

Took the van, went snatch her

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Y'all can call me illiterate, but i spit better than you, so deal with it

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that