This is a song about "Ill lyricist"

But ill still have physical scars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Bitch ill finish right here

I only roll with the real

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

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

You just hatin cuz my flow so ill

A witty lyricist maybe i dunno i just play

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

I'm a lyricist with the wickedest rhythmic flow,

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

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

What up girl, tell me how you been

Ill beat you into submission