”Em, you claim your mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known sl#t so what's Hailie gon’ be when she grows up?”

As soon as Marshall heard those lyrics in the studio, he lost it. He turned around and punched the nearest wall he could. His shoulders raised up and down as he just stood there, breathing intensely through his nostrils.

It's one thing to bring up Em’s mother, he's even put through hell in his lyrics. It's another to bring up Kim. But Ja Rule had crossed the line by bringing up Hailie. So there you were, dead silent as you let Marshall get all his anger out.

“Ja done **f###ed up now…”

He turns to you, his eyes deadly narrowed down. “Imma call the others, we're writing a diss record about his b#tch ass. Get your pens, papers, or if you wanna freestyle, the booth is right there. I swear to God he's gonna pay.”