Hit me on the celly, watching Belly/God’s son, I can see they study Makaveli/Peanut butter Benz, got the jelly at the deli/If you feeling like a ninja, I got a machete
She’s trying to be like Lil Kim who’s trying to be like Biggie, a copy of a clone and she’s unashamed about it. Even when trying to be off the cuff she stays in the same lyrical box as she always has, unable to extend a metaphor at all. Her verse is a quicky, offering no sense of satisfaction.