he wants to beef with me, but I keep a stick. Yeah, guns and butter you cannot finesse me I'm the slick one wavy as mutherfucker without the fuck trophies but I got a couple son's on rap fame but they act like daughters crazy as mutherfucker with princesses mannerisms cataclysm if my fist and their face make a collision my nigga you can't be a bitch your whole life make some man decisions I be bombing on this rap fame nation you just an abomination I'm the latest goat baaa no debating I'm edging the win in every battle, too easy I slapped his girls cheeks thottie bitch too sleazy ridinding around in a Toyota( swerve) 4x4 and my niggas strapped in all four seats on the ops block moving at a slow creep window down FN hanging out that bitch like bang bang then we out like meep meep roadrunner make sure the neighbors get no sleep that's how you get pops in your head I'm furious like Tre's father. he wants beef the vegan type. He isn't serious. c'mon son Why bother he ain't even like that , all cap he may have gotten one win on the king, but what happened when the empire strikes back if I strike, it's like lighting in a blink of a eye like what's that more vivid lines for ignorant minds wanting to build walls well we got immigrant minds we building tunnels free chapo the block getting hot bruh