This is a song about "Ill lyricist"

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Just that hot i'm a lyricist that can't stop,i screw you off the top making the fumes

I remember i had no cash, had ta steal that shit up in public bathrooms.

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

A witty lyricist maybe i dunno i just play

They looking past the fact that i’m a phenomenal lyricist

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Mentally ill from amityville

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Exhale the best lyricist to be

I wreck lyricist to the point were they pick out the coffin before i burn em on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Shit i'll admit that i'm ill

Lady at the frank stand will