This is a song about "Check one two"

I wrote two warm up songs but this one is my third

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Let em marinate, you forever late

Yeah that's right it was a cat fight. two one eight

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

I am fucking alive two thousand one years after christ

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

No one votes for me, just check the poles

One two three everybody wana be

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

That's just the beginning of war

Slice one up, slice two more

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it

You're the last one on ma hit list, cause you're on a mentalist check list

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist