This is a song about "My lyrics is an art"

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

This is my art, fuck a pen, i can make a piece with a chisel

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Ya boy, i never quit, this is just the fuckin beginnin of my apocalypse of lyrics

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I pop rappers like toast.ill rhymes is what i got diagnoased after my lyrics

An addition to art that will never drop or stop

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

My lyrics generate like a computer with an error/

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

Spitting im lyracal my lyrics are something everyone is craving,