This is a song about "I got this"

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

While writing this i got lost in the beat

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

I got this mastered, other rappers'll craft it

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

So i can start this freestyle, got more rhymes than there's crops

Oh brother all this, cus i got big balls

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

I got a tough course load so man check this,

Got a bad taste from this hate-based race i hope they got their necks braced

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

//fast flow to match the beat, if you do it slow you probably wont notice the internals lol

This got perfection, it got it all, i'm at the top and i cannot fall

I spit this simple shit sicker like i've got chests of phlegm,

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then