This is a song about "You better tell who the real one"

The real influence to everybody who rhymes

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Ain’t no one here who could spit better than me,

I know i was the one who challenged you

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

You tell me i'm sweet, but you're the one who started.

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Boy you better know who you're messin' with

I mean who the fuck is you to tell me what to do,

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

If i tell you to do something, you better be compliant,

And what i tell you, you better use it

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit