This is a song about "Lyricist killing rappers munder verses"

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

First verse is killing rappers, as soon as rappers die,

And men'll chase love

And spit the wise verses,

Admit my verses can leave lyricist in paralysis.

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Thought this was forever love

Expressing myself on verses

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Exhale the best lyricist to be

I'm a lyricist with the wickedest rhythmic flow,

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

Im killing all these niggas that's claiming to be rappers

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters