Listen youngin' why you frontin'? You can't merk me/
You prolly still a virgin, and I got pussy when I was 13/
I can drop the mic dude, age don't matter, I'll fight you/
Explained your rhymes, thinkin' we must be illiterate like you/
Dog you ain't moving Paul, you peeped my profile/
Prolly looked for my address to come try and get a booty call/
You a fake bitch, actin' in your lame rhymes/
I'll see you nominated for a Grammy and an Oscar at the same time/
Bullets do more than graze, fool, I amaze fools/
So shut the fuck up and go back to grade school/

That's what I got for yo ass.