This is a song about "Guest list"

If you feel it, it must be real just

To be from the champion list

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

But i guess not, he a despot, if he real then he dropped me a guest spot

It ain't where i been

On the list of filth spittin'

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

Im young and restless got an mc head list

I don't feel like i belong, i feel like i'm a guest.

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

My girlfriend told me that we have to share a room with a guest

My matrix was just a check list

I promise to keep it honest

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Every fag is on the hit list