This is a song about "Level changing"

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

I'm level two, you're level eight

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

And ur never on his level

Never seen you as lyrical

Changing thoughts of people cynical

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

They've all moved to different places, changing their paces.

Constantly changing the course so i'm crashing my collection

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Changing the pace in my flow as i gaze into space and,

Wanna step up to my level?

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Every day stays the same, but i'm what's changing

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying