This is a song about "You got no beats"

You wanna mess wit me, you got no chance_no stance,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

But no, i wasn't prepared, you were all that i got

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

And you ain't got no friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

I'm kickin' derriere, no beats with wary snares,

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

I think you and your friends

And you aint got no breasts

You gotta luggage boy? you ain't got no luggage man,

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

Whack rhymes, weak beats, no fans, zero likes, most of all,