Yo, Nolaxx, you think you got the power,
But your threats mean nothing, you’re a wilted flower.
Talkin' big, but I know you're all bark,
Come at me, bro? You wouldn't make a mark.
You say you’ll slap me? Man, that’s just cute,
But I'm standing tall while you’re stuck in your suit.
Your words are weak, like your rhymes on a track,
Step to me, Nolaxx? You better watch your back.
All that tough talk just makes you look silly,
You think you’re a boss, but you’re just a little philly.
So keep your hands to yourself, and don’t get too brash,
Cause I'll roast you so hard, you’ll disappear in a flash.