[Chorus]
You know how the bullshit chit chat goes
We want beef, we like it roast
Pusha put you on the ropes
The kids just saw you going ghost
Spew out shit like a garden hose
You know yourself you're getting old
Boring flow, Nonstop was good though I suppose

[Verse]
You chirp up like a Nextel phone
Where you brain cells, where your lobes?
Behind Barz but you're beyond hope
Doing more numbers than most
25 tracks for the bread and the dough
25 tracks for the radio
All you gonna do is speak on Ye
Too afraid to speak on DAYTONA
Look At Me!, Cha Cha, loaned it, cloned it
Took that shit and tried to own it
Ratchet Happy Birthday, that's low
October is getting close
Every day you're getting older
You just want this to blow over
Honestly, Drake, I preferred you when you weren't sober
"Fold up anyone, done that clash"
That make me laugh
You don't wanna make songs for the set
You just wanna make songs for the cash
Delivery is on point but your lyrics are balderdash
You've ran out of gas, your career won't last
All that bark but we know you're Adidon's very own deadbeat, no-heat ass of a dad
Ain't it funny that scorpions get killed by cats?
Even a chicken could kill your ass