This is a song about "Doping him"

It's lucifer, they call him satanic, they're way against him,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

When you ain't got no education

I met zylo, now i'm rappin wit him.

The 4 horsemen surround him, they try to astound him,

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

Carl c is gone , mcees hate him vote against him

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

Or left with her mother, to beat him before the strangle him,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

They wonder why he dissed him

Got me rushed to the station

But im never sick of him

I promise im -not - him

Lies, tangled with fiction