This is a song about "Ill lyricist"

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

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

I'm a lyricist with the wickedest rhythmic flow,

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Exhale the best lyricist to be

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Never finished school but u a lyricist used to staying at home

I don't feel penitent for my actions wickedest lyricist

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

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

Picture this, rising of an electrifying lyricist