This is a song about "Mimic"

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Wild styles to mimic, just throw me the key to the honda civic

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Like they want to mimic me,

Nobody can mimic my style and my sound

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

I like to spit hits while i take dickpics and mimic my fucking critics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Other rappers hear me wanna mimic

Ain't no gimmicks, i don't mimic, just images bitch, spit 'em,

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

You can't mimic be possibly, im a cynical prodigy