This is a song about "Conversion"

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

You a prankster and im the it factor

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Zero options to choose

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

An ability conversion of rhymes and raps

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

You can hear me later on song-cast radio

This magic, i can cast it

I’m an old soul with my pimp limp

You beating me is laughable,you not even half of me let alone fractional

Animal something unfathomable yet compatible

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

And laugh in your face as i beat you with ya own cast

Celebrate the very day that i get past

You tricked it, the blast, you got out with a spell cast