E'yo,
Shots At me..Ya releasing Air like “Infusion Basketballs”..
Fall Further Behind as I Apply Punches..Like In-Fusing BackRoom Brawls..
ain’t Receiving any Ovations.Ludacris Help tha Man Stand Up..
Have Diddys Band Aid You..so afta tha Beating,You can Band-up..
Got this Kid Spitting Through Tha Wire..Like Braces and Retainers
Lyrcial Maze, have him Lost..Like Missing Faces On Containers..
Rocc u In This Battle..Just Like I’d Physically Roc ya Name..(Aeropastale)
Lyrically Proclaim Spittin Flames..Got this kid Stiffer then Acclaim Games.
I’m Shaping This Kid Up Madly..Like Disagreeable Styling Advocates..
As Aero’s Losses Apply..Sigs Overcome As huge as Filing Cabinets..
Aero’s elsewhere cuz he Occasionally.. pulls up wit Losses by Diverse Mc’s..
You take tha Hold Day to Show up..Seems Like you my Worst Benchie..
To Aero Its such a Relief..That This verse getin warmer to his Defeat..
Have ya Soldiers Retreat,Like Stoned Stoves..I got u Digesting Heat..