Now that you judging my track, Listen there’s something in you, you lack can’t even think or even do math Your iqs gone by some crack Write haikus and call it a rap And worried bout nothing but trap You see it’s something you lack Talk about nothing and trash All bluffing for rap All of you coming with cap Just mumbling all over your track Shut the fuck up and learn how to act Selling yo soul to never get back Y’all selling out for nothing but crack And everything you speak coming out Wack