This is a song about "Cyphers"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

So they quit voting me, so i say fuck cyphers and props,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Yo you guys have got my ass hyper with all these cyphers

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Due to heat i bring to cyphers all you can do is admire

At daily cyphers, siphoning off failing fighters.

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

I be walkin' in those cyphers when i write this shit, my homie flows,

Or be able to write in any of the cyphers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Had cyphers and battles on the block, random kids passin' by mockin'//

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him