This is a song about "Competition"

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Im the shit you feel after losing a competition.

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Fucking nonexistent as my fucking competition

Born brit slice the competition up like fish

How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this

Competition be tight, but am still gon' win

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

At least i'm scaring away the competition

My talent should take me places i've never been

With these bars i take a piss on the competition

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

This aint azkaban nor the octagon, so bring on the competition

Start with perfect competition

It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction