This is a song about "Your just a smear"

Your house is a tyre i'm just a lyrical supplier.

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

There's just a gap in your head, your not built for it.

Nothing left to feel just despair your serial dancing with a devil

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

You gonna focus on your rhymes just a little bit

Your rhymin is just a fraction of when im attacking

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Had, like, the mixtape of the year

These rhymes you call, it's the same shit i smear

Intelligence through rhyme just give me a moment of your time,

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine