This is a song about "Lopper algorithm"

Bet i get like 8 of them

Go on killing spree number ten

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Oh yeah, there's an excuse, you lose proof so you use

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Spitting words with wisdom saying fuck the system

Leave em all trouble with the blood up inna proof

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

Coming in my face bust the lights out ya system

Its happening i had to reach my goals...nigga task complete,

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Watch me fuck all these bitches