This is a song about "Bryson kidd"

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Of real spittin and rappin/ your career about to sink like a ship missin a captain

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

They try to be so nice to me so i can be a kinder g.

Like playing a match without the captain of the team

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

Two reflections into one

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

I lead the helm, so you can call me captain crunch

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

All these fake smiles cause my heart a little pain

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

'till i rap and your ass is spaced out like captain kirk

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort