Hook- fucc suburb kid and everything that he about Fucc this butthurt bitch n whatever he say up out his mouth Can't tell me nothing but trav gone tell you something you ain't know, fo i push that pack out You can Laugh now, ASS clown, ask round I dont back down I'll rap loud until I pass out Slice ya skin thinly so I can keep a piece of you with me best take precautions wit me I here yall talking plenty been doing alotta winning yall can get it if yall offended them shots im popping many, Trav spit full auto not the semi Foaming mouth like I don'e caught rabies I'm not wrong if I call em basic I offer greatness, hes simply not creative, his writing panders to the lowest common denominator, trav a product of Nas Pac n Shady, yea I gotta start talking crazy feel it's my job to depopulate em It's an obligation, Tired of cliches trav gone be rock of ages like potentially winning a Grammy soak up spotlight think I've been nominated, trav cut from another fabric yalls not made with, I been patiently waiting on another rapper to challenge me, this butthurt bitch suburb kid can't Even match my talent see, so how can he battle me, Lyrically equipped with mental calvary, flyer than valkyries dat boy fake killa wit every line or cloud of ink each rhyme he freestyle Every time he opens his mouth it seems he loudly speaks fallacies, This bitch boy must've thought I would cowardly bow down to em hmm how empowering trav rapping king who'll casually put em in a soundly sleep, headshots ain't for no gallery, Any shots he send guarantee I'll counter em trav disses knows no boundaries, Beat em so bad won't be anything left for salvaging got dat Mac if he bout the beef n if he ask for a travy feat it's gone cost em a full year salary from Applebee's,