This is a song about "Language as a means of survival"

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

So i speak the language of loaf of bread to the hungry

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Hurt the weakest it's survival of the fittest

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Log out bro cause "this is survival of the fittest

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

But that's a way of survival, how they map their peace plans,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

I'm lockin' the street, man it's survival of the fittest,

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed