This is a song about "My rapping flow"

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Fuck story telling rapping, my raps not traditional

My rapping made you soil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

My name is anto i'm really good at rapping

I catch a cold from my fridgid flow,

My niggas is winning though

- picking by pages, about to show my flow/

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Age thirteen, rapping like a machine, and nothing is stopping my cold wind flow that sends shivers

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

My rapping is ether

That's what rains for

I went to school with the white boys

I'm just rapping my true voice