This is a song about "Anglosaxon boast"

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

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Boast fucking lies to impress we not fools

To boast my lyrics are divine

Corduroys, cam will shine

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

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

And like to boast and brag

Ain't even tryna hold back

To whom i never boast...

Hand to hand in the cold

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

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