What a song man. Beat is absolutely crazy. Filled with quotables. This was when Drake was dropping amazing songs as loosies left and right.

Jay-Z catching hella strays

All loyal, so you keep egging me on
And we gon have to crack your shell
Just to prove to you, you ain’t hard boiled

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Just hits, no misses, that’s for the married folk
Tell em fix my suite up cuz I’m coming home
I heard they talking crazy, I was out of town
You know they love to pop all that s*** when I’m not around
But when I’m here, shh, not a sound
That’ll make me snap, jot it down
Go in the booth and lay a body down

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I think I’m on my eighth flow
Just watch me paint flows
We all do it for the art so I can never hate though

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Oh wait side bar,
Left some beat at the end so that all of you f*** n—s can loop it and get your lies off, SZN

The OB O’Brien skit at the end to wrap it all together

He deaded the back and forth between him and Jay with that last line

Jay had thrown a pretty good jab at Drake on his We Made It Remix with Jay Elechannukah

Heavily underrated

Song was one of the milestones to Drake's bragging rights.

Immaculate display of a father giving a stern "talking to" to all his sons.