This is a song about "You are shit"

Take notes please, your lines can't capture shit are you joking?

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

You are not a king or queen your real shit

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Are you hearing this? this shit is laughable

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

If you say my scripts are shit, bitch you dont know your shit

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

Your rhymes are all whack, there so shit you must of pulled em out of your crack,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Cause i hate fakes, y'all are raping this motherfucking hip hop shit

If you say my scripts are shit, bitch you dont know your shit

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that