This is a song about "You mess up your rhymes"

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

And shove my rhymes up your ass and declare you a fraud.

You think you a thug with your shady esk rhymes

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

I should end up my battle with a kiss i was just trynna clean your rap mess

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

But i'm too tired to clean up this mess

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

You weren't fusin' a ruse when you said your rhymes are confusin'

You bring me up again in your rhymes a little later

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Because congress need to access your last mess

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

You should spend more time practicing your rhymes

I stared death in the eyes a couple times