This is a song about "Made into a monster"

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I polish off the impostors, under beds i'm a monster//

Now i got em on they toes cause my flow hotter

Everyone thinks im a heartless monster

Wheat was made into bread, barley was made into beer, flax was made

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Call me a monster wait until i go beast mode

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

That dare steps to me as if this beast isn't a monster

Now i am a monster, your rhymes are worth a dollar

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for