This is a song about "Beatbox worm"

Reality, yeah it is, i see,

While i'm making history

Your mom would rather raise a maggot

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

As i rushed towards the hoop i look

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Hostile flow,ripping pathetic individuals,soon on the tops charts i'll glow

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

Look at that mess look out the window

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

I think somebody's watching over me