This is a song about "You think i copy my raps"

And it's impossible for you to copy my rhymes,

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Make fun of my raps and i will kill you with a weapon

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Act bad & outrageous / when i kick my raps

Girl, you got me in a trance

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

To start biting, every mc's raps apart, i tell you from my heart,

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat