This is a song about "Fi"

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

Like marines, forever "semper fi", when the temper's high,

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie