This is a song about "Ur a fegit"

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Fuck ur wack bars u weak version of a mean person

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

Cause ur face is manly, like a horse, yelling nay

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Regards its a paradox,displacin ur mental,

Ur a mishap, our skill-gap is bigger n' bothers me

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

A whole world flawed from ur hurt paw as ur cold sore when u thawed

This is a double entendre ur a troubled contender for my crown improve ur vocab clown/

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down

U coulda got out the way, now ur in a battle uphill

Big money, all the hoes here, hd, i came so clear