This is a song about "Beating you in rap"

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

hoe please don't be comical possibility you beating me is improbable,

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

This rap will leave you wrapped like a mummy in a tomb

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

That's why in every line i just clever rhyme and every time i fit in syllables,

Your photo is delivering a massive message it says that you can't even rap in the rap battles

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

So i infect my brain with direct insane pain, beating you till there's no remains

Frozen, i'm going insane / cloaked like a ghost but i've broken my chains

You don't fit in rap you're like a multicoloured merkin.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

But they’re overlooked in rap as far as you can see,

Of the vhs especially during sex baby