This is a song about "No one can compare this section little figure"

No one can judge the things i do at all

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

In this game i will stay until no one can touch me

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Im a little tense in case this dont make no sense

Anyone can view this rap, and it will appear in the explore section.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

She said no one can stop her

My pockets got paper on paper

See the one percent know that they're in the upper section,

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Na no one ever gave her little shits

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

No one can compare to the feelings and the love we share