This is a song about "Blead in agany"

In proving improvement in chunks,

Real light jab to opponents

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

Miami nights, made a couple grand

So rest in peace in my hand

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

In a private jet while i'm walking in

My position improving, not to mention