This is a song about "Boast battles"

To whom i never boast...

All this paper i fold

Bullet battles the barrel then smack. you're face will crack,

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

To boast my lyrics are divine

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Winning constant battles with a miracle desire

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Conquered demonic battles in the tower of babel.

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

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I dont wanna do it by winning underground battles

Friendly battles and instrumentally attacks

We den turnt it up now it's at the max