This is a song about "Excellence"

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

I strive for excellence, unless its derived/

I bring excellence, to every white paper that i write on

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

I am the engineer of excellence

And the v12, that's on various trips

Without a team, no excellence

Blew money like six crips

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

You need to learn to appreciate excellence

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Soft serve lyrical excellence you should observe like dem freaks from

On this site on known for my lyrical excellence spit so intelligent

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

That going through some things

There a sign of excellence,