Z-hunna - Z Hunna VS Deejay (Battle) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(ROUND 1)
Kotd in my hometown and Im Meadowvale's own star
It's only one minute rounds so I got to get to these bars
I got a country ratchet, when I pull it out that's when the trouble starts
I gave it a nick name, fat boy, slim up when Bubba sparks
His belly a big target, it gets hit with a couple darts
I ain't leading up to a punchline, just saying he's a tub of lard
Even if we tried, we couldn't stop his plate
A Rolex on a scale is the only time that he'll watch his weight
Stop it Jay, you don't want it with us crack hustlers
Cause we about shells like all our whips gas guzzlers
I bag busters and make sure I give them the cancer
They asked who I'm battling, I said, some goon from Brantford
They said goon from Brantford? Shit, you must have made a mistake
Better cut DJ and throw him on the tracks like a mix tape
Pistol on this waste, ready to bang or kill
Remind's me of Dj drama, I'll get this gangster grilled

(ROUND 2)
See my boys don't run, they shoot through the car at who's in it
I aim for your dome like its out of style, you'll lose fitted
So if I catch you in my territory, shit, I ain't having none of it
Pull up in a black Yukon with a yellow knife, start cutting shit
Ship him off, tighten him up like a corset
Body all over Canada, cops find him north west
I got a metaphor for the metal 4, when I hold the gat
An eagle on my arm like I'm a proud polish cat
I punch him back, that shit sound like when the thunder rings
I light him up, he's catching fire, fucking with my hunger games
It's a hundred gangs, that will be down to wreck a man, still
I can smoke jays with the right but the second hand kills
See I had to be ill, so notorious, how they packaged biggie
When it rings, you'll hear the ox like the cat's from Phillie
If I see this birch made pussy then I'll pop a kitty
Break so many records on DJ like when Lil Wayne dropped A Millie

(ROUND 3)
If I get locked up for this battle, same day, I'll get on bail
Come around fly, get dropped so fast, you'd leave a jet contrail
My homie said chill, he wants a breakfast franchise, I figured, y not
He's getting the pies, I'm getting the pies but I make the eye hop
Mouth foam, temp drop, shakes on a rector scale
Scrape every crumb with the ace, make sure you don't miss the nails
Call me mister bills, hard Bars, no filler when I spit
If Meadowvale's a jungle then we are gorilla's in the mist
I go feeling on your chick Cause I feel I'm the best for this
And that's what she said as she gets off his
And on mine, it's on time Cause she's obviously clocking in
She online then goes drawing, opposite of depositing
No hostages, I hit em all off with the musket
Send him to Allah in the middle of a Musjid
Bust shit, till every god damn thing they heard rattles
Cut him off in his verse like the dude who screamed time in Aye Verbs battle
So if these bars don't kill him then the metal will
In case you forgot who did this to you, Meadowvale