All these other rappers in my school, they think that they all so cool, in reality they just fakers, man, hit ‘em with some sense, sometimes the rules get bent, finna put a dent in these other rappers, eat this beat up like some crackers, I ain’t no slacker…’instead I’m swagger, fend off the attackers, my raps make no sense, still, imma pop off like some firecrackers. Don’t mention it when I’m in the zone, other rappers be like clones, some people watchin’ me like they’re drones, if I catch you, your toast, as when I say when im in my feelings “it’s bros before lows”.