This is a song about "Dark and mysterious art of a lyricist"

I'm a lyricist with the wickedest rhythmic flow,

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

It's the art of storytelling and i'm only telling mine

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

This boy rise from the dark corner of a room,

Whoever is about to responde to my battle just know that im and incredible rap bat,

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

That ignites and excites a dark new definition

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Picture this, rising of an electrifying lyricist

My city's culture to the game now in existence

So i'm sittin' in the dark with a bottle of pills

But my mind is confiding and mysterious

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus