This is a song about "You aint real bitch"

Bitch you aint on ma level your below my belt

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

When they hear me rocking the groove

Bitch there aint no fucking rules

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Got your bitch she aint stalin

‘cuz you always keep it real

Fuck is you doing here

You just cant match this, a psychopathic with tactics u aint ready yet bitch go practice!

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Your talents weak, bitch i aint oblique

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Well, i can handle that

It aint click clack its bitch slap