This is a song about "Declare"

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

I accept my limitations and declare i shall dissolve them

When i declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

And shove my rhymes up your ass and declare you a fraud.

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

And i'll declare lyrical war, on this racist dumbass.