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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

So if you want to beat me, you're gonna have to improve

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Then they come up to me with a fucking loaded

:30-1:02- its young zeke watch me rise and glowmy words come up encrypted with gold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Prolly smell a spliff if you ever come near me

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Dont you ever come rampaging to me you clown

Dre, pick 'em ,ah, pick'em, ill shut them all down

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Sadly to shine for me to come up with these lines