This is a song about "Lyrical saviour"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

Should be poetic or lyrical

Some lyrical bullets,

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

That shit got no flavor claiming you the lyrical saviour please

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Thats what i call lyrical invasion.

Hold up yea we the best

Got the lyrical intent

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks