This is a song about "Cyphers"

At daily cyphers, siphoning off failing fighters.

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

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

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

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

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

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

Or be able to write in any of the cyphers

If theres no i.d. adios got no interest in minors

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth