This is a song about "Your ganna come in last"

Your stuff in the last battle was whack

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Don't come nearer, see your soul in the mirror?

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

That's when your spirit will just levititate, never come in second place

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

I'm a mad man , you the last in for casting, trashing your lyrics like a trash

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Cause i come rollin in your neighbourhood reassured

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

See if your could last a day in these shoes of mine

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Clamor in your last assent to heavend, or descend to hell's extent

Or you could come a little closer, put your hand in mine

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime