This is a song about "Yall nothing"

Yall rapping like rookies

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

With ocd yall cant touch me

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

Yall act like yall can't see my my talent, i got skepticism

Malcolm x, by any means

Yall better take your seats

All yall other rappers wack

But i muscle rap

Straight g thing, double m g thing

So yall people best be leaving

And yall niggas right the flow

Word, absence will make the heart grow

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Niggas with these bombs that yall think yall got