This is a song about "Level"

On whole new level of offensive,

That shoebox shit, over with

As my blood level falls

Alcohol and booty calls

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

I'm level two, you're level eight

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

I got two points before i hit the next level

Get on my level son

And when it's said and done

Way above there level

Lady at the frank stand will

Intelligence level is lower than pedals

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Increase the level of pain,

Well rick james, maury jane