This is a song about "You not like me i m not like you 50 cent"

Can you beat me or not

You chris, i rock

Your raps have a limp like the 50 cent hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Like comedian you got no wit, not in the least i will show my fist, your new feast,

Like a south paw you get letand every breath i breathe untill the moment i'm deceased

When i step up out the maserati car

If you did run, it was not like you to run far

You not looking like the man i ones knew

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

I’m tryna be low key

I'm not like this when you see me.

Besides, it's not like you would survive anyway/

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say