This is a song about "Going cam"

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Going to the southern land

I was born to do the damn thing

Are feet as we keep going,

Im going to lyricly destroy you

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Fixin up an eye-cam on the top of a pyramid

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

You fall in life, but you keep going

And getting money is the song i sing

But i'm not going to stop,

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Cause all i want is you, baby

Going dumb im going crazy,