This is a song about "Competition"

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

Now i left my "competition" drowning behind

Start with perfect competition

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

You just working with the scraps you was given

At least i'm scaring away the competition

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

Competition vanished, my name what the crowd chanted

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

I'm just showing i can do this and still win the competition

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Well wishes to my opposition

Over the competition