This is a song about "More than rap"

Your rap is more terrible than anything i ever did

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoodsseen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

Creating more of an anarchy than a democracy i was hoping my rap would make shit happen for good,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Legally i'm nothing more than machinery

I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

More than a hundred endorsements for this rap shit, me to restore it.

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I got more riches than you fuck more bitches than you

Wanna know what i been through, what you into