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

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

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

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Mess with me you gunna get your head split

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Its because of you my life is over, now i'm gonna mess with your brain and be

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

One that you haven't experienced in your peachy little lyric rhymes

If you mess with me you'll get your fucking neck snapped

But the plan is to show you that i understand

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

See if you understand the rhymes it'll still expand your mind,

Of your desk stool, until you mess up, then the messiah of rap flows

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

My rhymes get you lost like your in a fog