This is a song about "I rap more rap s than any mc"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Ill be the best in any rap battle

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Is to be more than just a rap musician the elevation of today's generation

I confess to devilish scheme i posses to slay any mc i think im making

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

My little brother could rap better than you

Cuz i fuck any rap makin the rap game my main whore, as my lyrical brain brings more,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

With more & more rap material, i got you and ya moms

Fuck splitting up a deal man i got my milli so i need to go and chill

The more i rap the more i kill , the more i kill the more it became a thrill

More than a hundred endorsements for this rap shit, me to restore it.

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit