This is a song about "Illest walking"

In 2 to 6 hours

Walking with an empty purse

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

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

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

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

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