hope that all my haters are listening I know that all the critics are gonna start with the dissin and I don’t give a “F” in this game I don’t need a ref If you’re busy losing yourself then you need a map You need to get back on track This is just a message to the internet celebrities Those that are talking about the money and accessories Swagga boys a bunch of toys you rap like you’re having a seizure Clicks and crews you better beware I’m the lyrical preacher All these little kids saying that they rapping I just hear the trapping I’m laughing they busy yapping I don’t hear the difference ‘cause everybody’s a clinch I know they gonna talk ‘cause they looking for limelight Trying to be tight I’ll slap you till you lose your eyesight Ya’ll better tell your momma’s to help you get better rhymes I’ma kill you if you ever mention my name in a rhyme It’s 32 yeah my body’s lyrical proof Everybody in the ghetto I give them the truth