This is a song about "Anglo saxon boast"

I don't mean to boast, but damn if i don't brag

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

I boast a wall of these great lines backed in the beat, it's tight,

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Know it's right, supposed to fight, i boast, too ghost to write,

Yo i boast this flow and blow the show for no reason,

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Snapple fact: you rather wack

And like to boast and brag

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

To boast my lyrics are divine

But i do quite well with all the bait

Die, it ain't fate that the beast still boast weight

Half your body laying on my chest

An anglo-saxon with a broken accent