Holster gets devoured, with punches that pack power/
You get negated, like a "faggot that lacks flower"//
Snapped and scoured, fake as your name talkin bout guns herb/
Like your sig, you get "thrown down in one word"//
This guys a holster, but hes missin the heat/
Like Miami in winter, "hot headed but cold feet"//
I mold beats, that be crackin ya spine/
In 8 lines I can comfortably say this victory's mine//