This is a song about "Level my path"

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

You ain't testin me or next to even close to my level.

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

So far, there's nobody thats even close to my level

I don't know why i'm even on this track

My life path is chosen and there's no goin back

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Level eleven, my raps from heaven

But soon i'll diss this pad of rappers below my level

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Disrespect him in my mind for the path he chose,

That if they cross my path

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Only level two, brawling my way upstairs