This is a song about "Im the bes"

But im doin it wit style so the playground thinks im cool

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Im always killin in the mic,

You ain't detroit, im the d

20 racks really thats sneaker money

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

And im hoppin on the microphone

Im flying through the ground and im running through the sky

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Im sorry for the repetition, im just tired of the tradition,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Yes im talking bout the plants

Im, king of the jungle,

Just like an animal