"Listen up, you wack producer, think you're the best Nah, ima flip you like a page, you ain't passin' the test You ugly as shit, but the beats you make is whack Still tryna make a name, but your sound is goin' back You ain't got the flow, you ain't got the skill Just a fake gangsta, tryna make a deal My rhymes is fire, yours is just a flame You gettin' exposed, you ain't got the game" .
