Onehunnidt - Letter To My Competition [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I wrote a letter to my competition
Put a stamp on it
Not only to them, but whoever took a nap on him
And I hope that yall get it
Got 1 life to live, I want whatever comes with it...100

Salutations, here's my latest greatness
On our grind like skaters in
Another language money talks
So these haters need translators
Chasing paper with pens is like a Caper
Cause we dodge the pen
But at the same time we all on papers
And if that rat pack catches
Its Civil War, no Sam Davis
Whether them packs go to bars, spitting raw
Or the trunks full of hard at the damn Avis
We gon make it man, I know we will (lifers)
On our ears like Holyfield (biters)
Pull their card, so they know the deal
Never fold so don't force my hand
I'm trying to eat, man don't link me spam
Too many clicks, I'm good with fam
And I am
Rebellious, spokesperson for realness
Numb to that bullshit, paraplegics feel this
Needed room to rest and I don't mean with stalls, shit
Alot to digest, no time for yall's shit
Shit
Verge of legendary, that ledge is airy and all
But naw, I'm never scary I'm too fly to fall
His name rings bells
The competition should pick up and call...quits
Maybe that line was too busy
Or I'm feeling myself
Yall Can't Fuck Wit Me!
When Twitter's over capacity, I'll be Free Willy
You owned by the game
On that C P 3 time, late with the trade...
Clippers, chilli bowl flow
Straight line, I never fade
Witness, me stay the same I'll probably get my luck up
Been aiming for bucks up since you were holding fake guns
GI Joe, Nintendos, playing duck hunt?
Fucks up Super Brother ass nigga?!
Catch a clip, movie lover ass nigga?!
You watched a flick then conjured your persona
Sleeping all day? What you grind in, pajamas?
Period...I'm after the commas
Like conjunctions, thats grammar for you scholars
Death sentence if you're speaking on our dollars
Cause we ain't speaking if its beef..nigga holla
If not, just keep it like a promise
Cause I promise, to Keep It 100..honest

Audio letter, too much to say
And I smoke alotta loud, I hear myself think
As I wipe the finger prints off this Nine, plus One
Thats a Dime
Apply pressure if you ever fuck with mine
My time is of the essence
And yea, my gal's hot but I'm too cold to sweat her
And I ain't talkin bout the weather
Like a sweater over me for the heart on my sleeves
I'm in love with the root, money tree
Fuck a Eve!
Bitch I'm Stone Cold Steve, no Brees
But I quarter back bullets if you wide to receive
Saint on my shirt, thats a Jesus piece
Duece in my cup, you can leave us.. peace
Kiss that and I'mma be a peace
Till my lips turn Purple like I deceased
Realize only 1 that I'm racing is Me
I have no competition, I can take me a knee (easy)
I made a promise I refuse to break
Forever in our hearts JJ...
Wait, I have nobody to address this to
So the man in the mirror, guess thats the dude
Mailman brought it back looking all confused
Said "You're biggest enemy is...You"
Keep it 100 coming soon
Letter to my Competition, I'm through