This is a song about "My level"

Y'all can't stand up on my level, can't reach my lyrical skill,

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

I dont care how low a level i must stoop to get you stupid on my own level

To rewrite "forever", reach my level if you you ever/

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

So far, there's nobody thats even close to my level

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

I'm on a different level, not hypnotizable on my worst day.

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

At least i can use my rhymes as a vessel to connect folks on my mental level

See the devil in me, it's essential in this rap game that you got potential

Thoughts are crazy on a level never settled in my conscience

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years