This is a song about "Deep lyricism and great wordplay"

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

My lyricism shatters the competition

And she throws up whatever she eats

Lets out a deep sigh and daydreams

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

And the future hold a great blast

And surely gonna fuck u... fuck u down deep

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Then i'll get laid and it feels fuckin great

Low income no bills getting paid

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just can't believei pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze

I said rap about illuminati - not talk shit with the lyricism of a kid and act cocky