This is a song about "Brilliance of aditya"

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Catch you up on places i've been

Of instant elation

Battlin among milions all after my brilliance, leave girls in a trance make their

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Out of this coviction of feelings

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

But you hate them navel kisses

Of which im not exactly proud of,