This is a song about "360 no scope"

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

No monopoly type flow, no chance

It's a large scope, i'm like a star, find me with a telescope/

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

The funeral for hip-hop, i'm aiming down the sniper scope,

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

No failed romances, no second glances,

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

I know you just doing your job

With a lyrical scope

And the v12, that's on various trips

No conscience, no need for resilience

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Speedboard? idk anymore laser scope oh please no more

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

No no no guarantees