Ya boys killin the game. Your just a shame. Your raps are really lame. I'm on another level, boy, we ain't the same. Ya, boy I murder. I'm going further. Raps so high, call em hurdler. Your brain so smooth, call it circular. Bars so fire, you'll think I'm Canada. Bite boy like I'm Dracula. My raps always right, like I'm the customer. I'm not muscular, but I'm a hustler. Ya, boy I murder. I'm going further. Raps so high, call em' hurdler. Your brain so smooth, call it circular. My soul was out of bounds. Punched him to the ground. You ain't a rapper, you a clown. My bars so fire, you'll want to drown. Ya, boy I murder. I'm going further. Raps so high, call em' hurdler. Your brain so smooth. CALL IT CIRCULAR! WRITTEN BY MY BOY, LIL DIAMOND!