This is a song about "Mastery"

Yo, i've have lyrical mastery

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Plain flattery,fuck that its dastardly,the way i've reached my mastery

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Mathematical mastery, move aside peasantry

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Yo, i've have lyrical mastery

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Dope next to shots vodka emotional victory my boi rich checkmate mastery

But they see no beauty in our lyrcial mastery

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see