This is a song about "Da vinci"

I came up hungry

Da real queen spellin b

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

In fact, you're raps a wack cycle, mine cracks the da vinci code

Livin la vita da loca

And muthafuck the quota

You messin wit da truth,

Its cold as shit in this booth

So while you worry about the hoes

Fuck a mayback, i pull da back seats to da rolls.

Verse 1 (great da king slayer):

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

I wanna be da best for ma ppl and da best in da nation