Flyweight..Ya quicker than paper aeroplane kits to reach ya fold
Ya unshaven N confused usin 'Which' craft to penetrate me wit holes
Like faulty clippers ya aint makin the grade or passin this year
My shots hit ya till ya writin fo help why ya verse'l start wit oh 'Dear'
fools only battlin wit 'Rooks' cus he aint 'checked' out the 'board'
N this Gaint aint makin the fourth quater why im gettin the fours
Kid calls himself ill but werent ya rejected by Aid's?
Ya droppin like tetris..its why ya lines'l always be played
Like generous laundrettes ya quick to throw in the towel
Ya spittin straight shit cus ya verse cum's from ya bowels

Explanations:

-Rook = chees peice
-Giants keep loasin in the 4th quater..my rec'l b 4-4 after this
-He left H.I.V (crew)..aid = help for ill people