This is a song about "Draw my thing"

I grab my chalk and i begin to draw

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

Flaunting all my diamond rings, but i ain't got a thing,

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

My defenses are so up, but one thing i don't want

I'm king, do my thing, you will keep trying to swing,

They are not confident when im talking

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

The only thing that i can see is god's forsaken my soul,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

I feel the whole thing pulling my soul straight outta my anatomy

Grand master of arson but not the only thing in my arsenal,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble