[Verse 1: Gio.B]
"It's all love, homie."
But you say that after calling my boy phony
Talking sh**, you must be drunk
Call yourself D.Screte, but you should call yourself A Punk
As a rapper, I respect you. As a person, you're a b**h
But what's a man if he's acting feminine and sh**?
Acting like you're the one, acting like you own the genre
You're the only person hating dawg, are you on one?
You're tripping. Bro, you're really out here tripping
I see what I don't like - I don't stay tea-sipping
Man, I speak. I find what I seek
You're probably mad 'cause you got a song every week
And you ain't getting the views. You ain't getting the listens
So you're still sitting in the comment box, dissing
And you can have your beat back, man I did it for the fans
So striking me for copyright will show if you're a real man