This is a song about "Each his team rings and bitches"

I send out my lyrical rings//i am a titan/hip hop giant//the one who speaks and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

My phone rings and i wonder who you took next

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

My team running and we can't fall!

Didn't do a thing at all

We gotta try and fight the negativity towards each

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

I perform concerts, and master each show

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Simple timing and found i can run rings round

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

It doesn't matter if a rapper talks about all his bitches,