Atlas, piss on my grave, mother-fucker I dare ya
It's clear we're aware you've had a fair share of opponents spare ya
We start poppin the gats, leave ya floppin like the rat
who got Jon Gotti asked by the cops to stop for a chat
Ya go by the name Atlas, cuz I guess you're trying to memorize every street
So i'll help you get the roads stuck in your head, when I drag you behind my car by your feet