This is a song about "Being the dopest"

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

In the limelight being red hot

I thought i recognized her

At the thought of being popular

Took the form of a human being

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

The wall being the victim

Bet i get like 8 of them

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

A poetic criminal being unjust toward the minimal.

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Cause my thing something vicious

Slit wrists to the dopest of mad sickness.