This is a song about "Improvised"

Yo 4-bit, yeah i called you 4-bit look at me i'm 8-bit

Flow i have it, and i'l never have to patch it

My history is blank like a paper, no documents

The human race is chasing a rigged track to opulence

I'll hurt you tell the jury and file another lawsuit that my mind is bout to fall through

I'd die and do my next show as a hologram and still be realer than you