This is a song about "Flatline lyricist"

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

A witty lyricist maybe i dunno i just play

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

I'm a lyricist with the wickedest rhythmic flow,

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Picture this, rising of an electrifying lyricist

I don't feel penitent for my actions wickedest lyricist

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

I wreck lyricist to the point were they pick out the coffin before i burn em on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Admit my verses can leave lyricist in paralysis.

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Student by day, lyricist by night, have you noticed?/

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist