This is a song about "My rhymes are sick"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

My rhymes are incredible, invincible, invisible,

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

My rhymes are mystical, sometimes even scriptural

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

My rhymes are a trapdoor that accidentally traps

When i release my rhymes the votes can't stop.my lines are

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

My rhymes are sharper then a dagger/

And i just want to hold her

That my rhymes are making them feeling impressed

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

I'm genocidal you don't get no trial my rhymes are viral there sick, rethink

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift