Hard to keep your head up amid all the fake stories,
i got glory if you got rumors i will ignore thee,
you stuck and fucked must've licked too much,
aint a Christmas Story, you're help went off to lunch,
to munch a bunch of crunchy tacos, suicidal sauce,
too saucy himself so his insides are all tossed,
try to better me, i'm wolverine, already a boss,
no cyclops round to keep an eye, goin after Rick Ross,
cause i was just a young adult, playin something delightful,
tryin to get American Tail, call me Feifel,
played your shit now i'm pissed off and spiteful,
you need to quit the crap and go through a revival,
as a hip hop fan i'm entitled to give an opinion,
if Nas was god in his religion you'd be sinnin,
losin everything yet you're sheened up sayin uhh winnin,
you're not a boss, the top of the pyramid isn't your dominion.