you better chill pap you know better then that I’m tired of you talking about me and you together should rap you talking about shut my trap I’m in the handy your just the candy I’m the one that makes music you ain’t gonna be in it I’m tired of you I’m firing you it’s time for you to go now you need to know this is what I say you better chill pap better chill I’m bout to give you the 1-2-1-2 meek mill I’m bout to give you what I ain’t got you wanna yell at me you talk to them woman cuz you barking at the wrong tree I’m tired of what you do you don’t help me or my grandma or my dad on the truck you don’t care well that’s nothing but a buck fifty making rhymes and you wasting my time I hope you know I rap just like more better then jay z and ginuwine your not slick pap you don’t even know how I am the baddest rapper to go you ain’t rapping with me on the king b you better step back pap cus you don’t know nothing about me this is what I say you better bow to me you ain’t gonna be in this cuz you is built like Mickey chicky mouse I’m tired of everything you don’t do for my dad for my grandma and your very rude dude you better think of something to do ima kick you out this house like if I was Tom and you gonna be Jerry the mouth talking strutting mouse this is my rap I don’t do with that you better respect my watch who you talking to you better back off cuz I ain’t the one ima give you this 1- and only 1 son@3rd song for pap