This is a song about "My amazing lyricism"

Hip hop my humble abode,great lyricism he bestowed

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Lyricism back in the game when i brainstorm i bring literal rain

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

My rap is amazing, because i have all the factors.

It's fuckin irritating debating if im amazing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

Different crews but we all on the same ship,insane with the lyricism

Lyricism back in the game when i brainstorm i bring literal rain

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

It's not that amazing

I was born to do the damn thing