This is a song about "Im the shit"

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Im writing this shit off the dome but its going great

Shit is on silent all day long

To guess the shit im on, im gone

Im killin this shit just call the morgue

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Im the shit you feel after losing a competition.

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

This shit is a jungle, and im the king in this bitch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Cause im coming with the real shit and i lyrical typhoons

The real muscle in the message of that

As i was sayin im the king of this rap shit