This is a song about "End freestyle"

You just working with the scraps you was given

You call it freestyle,shit was perviously written

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Because they know i could beat them in a freestyle

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

I can battle you in freestyle or even fencing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

You say bullsit about me and my lifestyle with your stupid freestyle.

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

I'm spittin' freestyle, beat is tribe called quest,

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Afterwards she asks for a custom freestyle flowing

I won’t stop rockin’ till i retire

Because i could beat them in a freestyle