This is a song about "Cairo chapman"

Im robbing you of your flow like you was working as a clerk

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Even though he played the role, cold souls burn from coal

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

So fuck the clerk & his salary

They say nothings ever free

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Scrap back to the block cause it be bouncing like a pogo

Angels and demon's im that best seller,

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

You the new clerk? you got a few quirks, but nothing irreversible

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow