This is a song about "Multiple syllables"

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Elevating syllables and crafting myself a prodigy,

Follicles sweating, all syllables got flame

I wanted the money and never the fame

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

But then i got even more complex with the lyrical syllables

Sittin' here buildin' a pyramid of syllables

We vegetables, on them record labels

I'm despicable, burning off all these syllables/

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I own multiple chains, outsource jobs, and ship 'em overseas,

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems