This is a song about "Born to bal"

This boa, what's your motivation

Young gifted and black born to win

The jager in my cup is licorice black

I was born to rap, i was born for that

You had to be born on a highway because thats were most accidents happen.

Where my grimy figures at? look lively addressing the captain

I may be the illest emcee to be born here in this time of the century

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And you couldn't steal weights if you were born to hustle

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Everybody is born with a talent but yours seems to be invalid

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Little pressure to improve because clever was born great

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

To make karma come faster than she normally will

And you couldn't steal weights if you were born to hustle