This is a song about "Lyrical fraud"

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

And shove my rhymes up your ass and declare you a fraud.

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

But make sure if they do see

Lyrical wizardry

I'm the most lyrical individual

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will