This is a song about "Illest walking"

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

I'm uppity, upchucking fucking the illest lyrics suddenly

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Im the illest alive cause i embody the sickness

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

Walking with an empty purse

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters