This is a song about "Ill lyricist"

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

I'm a lost soul, twisted lyricist with mischief in store

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Shit i'll admit that i'm ill

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

A rapper & a lyricist, i'm kinda in the middle

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 know i stick to the script

Your a good mc, im a lyricist,

Some say my flow is ill

Lady at the frank stand will

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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