This is a song about "Im an expert"

Like an oven overheatin im over reacting

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

I wasn't made for a 9-5,im an artist an i was sent to ride or die

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Im an assasin when im rappin i got some murderous intentions

Like sally mae on college debt

...an bitch im so a-head,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

An people say im not heard of, your in an era where my skills hurt ya,

Every rhyme that i rap is a signal of an expert

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

I'm never faded though

No im like an echo

Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-

Now im up in the booth an they stressin where they goin