This is a song about "Your rhymes are weaker than justin beiber"

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Cause your rhymes are sweeter than a cherry tree.

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Weaker shooters than stormtroopers slayed off

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

Your rhymes are dirty and smell bad like sauerkraut,

My rhymes are magnetic, unsympathetic to your synthetics.

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

These lines are like your rhymes... i killed it

You, you, you have to pay for that