Still spillin' this venom on feminine gentlemen
Ain't a category I ain't k**in' or winnin' in
They couldn't get rid of him, my women are cinnamon
And the way they throw it back make you feel like a kid again
Then again, y'all mission is eerie
How dare he compare these rappers to s** positions it scares me
You still comparin' me to n***as that fear me
Your vision's impaired b, clearly
My pupils will never be able to see me
Unless it's on the computer or tv
It ain't my fault that I make it look easy
More experience than Barrington Levy
And if dem want di patois mi know how fi switch it up
Dem say di music a go dung come mek we lift it up
Light couple spliff, peanut punch, yes we sip it up
If yuh nahh live it up, give it up, n***a whaaat??