This is a song about "Lucrative lyricist"

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

A lucrative man winning instead of lunatic damn villains

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Exhale the best lyricist to be

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

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

Picture this, rising of an electrifying lyricist

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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