This is a song about "Freestyle about exs"

I can battle you in freestyle or even fencing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Damn all i wanted to do was write a little freestyle

And he who satisfy, might as well as retire

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

I'm debating if i should continue this freestyle

Yeah i'll spit a fuckin freestyle flow

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Baby heading down a cloud

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

My exs all bitter because im living sweet

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

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