This is a song about "Lucrative lyricist"

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

I'm a lyricist with the wickedest rhythmic flow,

I wreck lyricist to the point were they pick out the coffin before i burn em on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Your a good mc, im a lyricist,

I don't feel penitent for my actions wickedest lyricist

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

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

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

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

They looking past the fact that i’m a phenomenal lyricist

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list