This is a song about "You aint ever gonna come up with the words to beat me motherfucking homey"

I won't give you another chance, battle me when you can come up with a rhyme,

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

I'mma catch you next time around

Who gonna beat someone to the ground.

Flip the beat just like gymnasts you come up short similar to midgets

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Prolly smell a spliff if you ever come near me

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Because you quit to fast for you to come up with something.

Come up to me with something harsh

When bret hart meet brett farve