This is a song about "Anglo saxon boast"

An anglo-saxon with a broken accent

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I overdosed.sure i boast,wrecking the simplicity of most.

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

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

To whom i never boast...

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

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

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

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

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

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

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone