This is a song about "Level my path"

Write some verses so you can get on my level

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

I'm second-guessing my level of malevolent presence.

I dont care how low a level i must stoop to get you stupid on my own level

On another level of devil so double the bass and hit the treble

Gone head an get on my level

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

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

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Cause i done pushed my level

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Blocking my path, flying through glass. soon, i'm landing on the floor

Cuz i got better things to do then rap with you, got my own path

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass