This is a song about "Your a scrub"

These shows be packing tight

Your body with a spike

Over me the same peeps that have died

Your a faggot fuckin dyke

Your thought provokes a a common cold

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Miley your a bitch spit your shit verse,

We gotta get back to what really matters

A picture in your mind

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Be the ocean, where i unravel

Your a horse without a saddle

Laylow your a fail, your flows stale,

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail