This is a song about "How close we are"

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

So quit talk about how good you are

Hope my city is not too far

Just because of who we are,

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Everywhere we go, people know who we are

The underdog of the underground has come far

Snakes are just curious of how you taste

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Like how we supposed to uphold

And my regime includes east coast

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Hello challenger how are you doing,

No, no, we are not those

Every night i stroke hoes