You ain't a rapper, you can't even check in right, u don't influence me
Your verses only turn heads so lay can spit on your computer screen
So back off from it, cuz you ain't ggot nothin to offer
Cuz you have some rap sence, while everyone's carrying dollars
I'm winnin this with flying colors dude, ur so easy to beat
And if there were any buts about it, it's your ass under a tree
So lay off, before he beats your ass ya heard? u need to take a seat
Since you only body dudes asses on gay pride week
So yea i might be takin it simple, i hope this letter stings you through
But honestly cuz, you no showed prolly, and i got better things to do