This is a song about "You fucking out of ideas"

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

You fucking worthless piece of shit you should just dissolve

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

I beat the fucking shit out of my dad when i was twelve/

Then i'll slowly start tearing out your fucking knees till you start to plead,

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Straight into the coffin with the fucking lot of you

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Ideas that are brighter, than any kind of liar

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

Until you ran out of rhymes.

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Girl listen when you ready for good loving, instead of hood fucking

Ho i kick it, i punt it like reggie roby or something