This is a song about "Making my claim"

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

My words are a flame, but they disturb stuff in vain, claim my money on the top,

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

That my rhymes are making them feeling impressed

That's why i never claimed i was the best

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

You wasted my shit, making me write this

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Making my head feelin' like the astrodome,