This is a song about "Cyphers"

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

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Or be able to write in any of the cyphers

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

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

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

At daily cyphers, siphoning off failing fighters.

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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