Lyrics: Comment all you want, put all your hardest dogs in front/ by time I step inside the first yard, its punt, motherfucker that's "Vicksin'"/
    If you don't keep Marksmen out the way, when he's being dismissive/ it'll be a darker holiday, than Andikras on Christmas/ Beat give you a hangover, make ya neck snap back, 'til your snapback hangs lower/ whenever you try to face forward, you'll be leaned all the way back, lookin' like Sankofa/ Not to mention that youre sore as fuck, but if you mention that your tour is up/ so you'll be coming from a gig, looking like a gimp, limping to your tour bus/