This is a song about "Your shit at freestyle"

I can freestyle with more talent

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Where ma props at? cuz ain't seeing shit

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

You say bullsit about me and my lifestyle with your stupid freestyle.

Pass that, catch back, fast that

R.y.o.t., you suck at this rap shit,

The dead society of a poet

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Talk your shit n im slicin at your neck

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Gaze at the wastebasket, amazed at the way that shit