This is a song about "Your are a noob"

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

Others are seen crazy like a crackhead in your basement.

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Cause your lyrics are as strong as a tape measure sword/

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

Your bars are as simple as a 6 second vine

You are not a king or queen your real shit

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

My rhymes are that hot i start a fire watch your attire.

Your skills are as fucked a bitch,stop bleeding on rap pad

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that