This is a song about "You think your the shit"

I'll spill your blood today if i don't think the shit is right,

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit

You think your boyfriend likes you? well i'm the one he's really lovin

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Your the reason people think rap is poetic shit

You think that your full of shit blink

If i lost you be patient

You think your at the top of the rap game, well fuck heights

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

The shit that they do to me don't think it can't it can't happen to you