Young's gonna be 'shut down' cus he 'got no business' openin his trap//
fall back, you couldn’t 'eat MC's' if you snacked on 'BIG-Macs'//
Young just tryin to be big but him & his verse certainly soft and played kid//
go 'battle a whoopie cushion' cause you seriously 'on some fake shit'//
stop sprayin shit, or I’ll cut ya tongue from out ya mouth//
sign in your real name and watch me 'bust this fraud' on 'all accounts'//
It's like Bruce's opium addiction, I don't think 'High Lee' of this pussy & I see all//
Young take over RB? 'get a grip' like gravitational pulls during a free fall//
Illuminate-my-presence..fumigate-this-pest..deliver the k.o. wit a flick-a-wrist..etch ya name on my hit-list//
Lacin’-Dis Bitch-wit-spits. I can’t resist..its like five-on-one, cause you be facin’ my fist//