This is a song about "Level my path"

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Cause i done pushed my level

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

As my blood level falls

Alcohol and booty calls

Level eleven, my raps from heaven

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Not on my level/shown guts

Or closed casket for our troubles

Stand in my path, you will experience misery

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Only level two, brawling my way upstairs

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears