This is a song about "You all are losers"

My home girl told me i got an issue

Coz all of us are gonna kill you

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

"what are these wealthy tax breaks that you all are asking of?"

You think you are all smart,

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

You are all blind dont you see all she did was lie

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Now we are running rap, so fuck all of you tools

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Since the losers you, man up to our bet

You can say all you want are you mad or not?

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop