This is a song about "I m lyrically hot"

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Lyrically aggressive, i spit metaphorically with rhymes that god blesses,

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

I was slapped lyrically and verbally on both sides

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

And now i know you got one lyrically,