This is a song about "Illest"

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

The illest i wrote man

It's the perfect plan

I am the illest mother fucker when im on the track, uh

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Ill destroy you in the finest manner with the illest of grammer till your hear your grandma

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats