This is a song about "Latitude"

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Put 'em all in a line

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Beat out all console space invader rapers

Whos ready for the match that they get cracked like liberty bell

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

Should read the small print here's a small hint,

Race is international my father isn't actual

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Know you want me to fall

Her tits are fucking small

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound