The dude above me be confused, but he gon' hate this
Thinkin we aren't real, we ain't in no damn matrix
Go ahead and rap all you want, you'll always be shitty
It's easy to rhyme about killing and drugs, like fiddy (50)
When it comes down to skills, I'm alwasy more witty
I'ma go now, to touch the cats above you, girls titties