This is a song about "My as"

And panned out, i'm all in love

My rhymes come off as venomous,

Money on my mind as god as my witness

I can teach you all the sounds of love

A flow as ordinary as my punches mundane,

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Put my number in your phone

My pen as my sword, i stand alone

And you all will respect that

All my women fly as shit,

Or maybe cause i go as hard as she had my penis,

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Trauma on my mental, as well as my physical