This is a song about "Anglosaxon boast"

At an extremly alarming rate

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

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

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Boast fucking lies to impress we not fools

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

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

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

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Black woman you cold

To whom i never boast...

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

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

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

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