This is a song about "Jont peck"

A fighter in this game im never tired

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Bring your whole goons of dudes

See, i like the person that you are

I'm a musical street fighter

I'd devour your raps whole,

Timmy got his bike stole

Bet i'm heavy with that

Every rhyme you ever spit

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

You fags think it's all a game 'til i walk a flock of flames

Wear my own crown, shoot beyond stardom,

So the ones eye has freak don't run