This is a song about "I like traims"

I bust rhymes like emissions i lust times like premonitions

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

Like eminem i feel like a rap god

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Right with the beat that i like.

But i gotta make sure i’m right

But like i said i tried, i

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

You gotta make sure you aim right

But i cant help but like...

Like when i was an infant,

I’m coming back like light-skin and

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

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast