This is a song about "I spit bars to 6th power like boron"

I spit bars all around you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

I spit raps like tobacco

Got it matching though

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Every 16 bars i spit, man you know it's good,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I am more happy now, i feel like i have all the power

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

I spit bars to 6th power like boron

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

When i spit the bars my nigga i feel the energy, the inner me,

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

With this rap as my rack of the bars that i spit