This is a song about "Lucrative lyricist"

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

A witty lyricist maybe i dunno i just play

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I'm a lost soul, twisted lyricist with mischief in store

Mentally i'm just a psycho lyricist with the benefits/

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Admit my verses can leave lyricist in paralysis.

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

Picture this, rising of an electrifying lyricist

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Your a good mc, im a lyricist,

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics