This is a song about "Caleb boon"

I think found where your mind was

I show no mercy to opponents,

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Don't you battle me, you're outta luck.

Worse still, i kill beats just for pleasure/

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Purely for the pleasure, leisure not to make my stacks thicker/

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever

I'd rather do business than pleasure

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Got a bounty on me

So i'm spittin' rapid fire for there own benefit

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Girl, let's send our stress to the sky