This is a song about "Illest walking"

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Walking around hiding behind masks

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'm uppity, upchucking fucking the illest lyrics suddenly

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

You're walking these streets,

No time to plot retreats

I'm not even at my illest, this shit is concerning/

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Walking on these squeaky floorboards