This is a song about "Chosen for such a time as this"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

We are the chosen ones and it's time for our exodus/

I've written this shit, flippin' the script but i'm such a menace,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

But this time i will stand with my feet planted, and be solid as a concrete

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

I hate pop so much and rate the job as such a nap

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

No such thing as a weed overdose/ so keep toking folks

My mama smoked so god damn much

As every rhyme mattered as such

I'm all about the bills

No such thing as better artists