This is a song about "Editorial"

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

My rhymes leave your face like some hamburger meat,

An people say im not heard of, your in an era where my skills hurt ya,

You admit ya have to amire when i spit "shut it bitch you a liar!" ha!

You'll never hurt me, i'm a human anesthetic/

Static kinetic flow, in the dna, it's genetic