This is a song about "Off ny level"

I'm level two, you're level eight

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

Intelligence level is lower than pedals

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Top ranked, number one my son

Level eleven, my raps from heaven

I ain't interested in fame

Increase the level of pain,

But ima just shrug it off,you aint on my level you dont even come to my knees

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

Ignorance is only bliss on a primitive level

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Lady at the frank stand will

Cause i done pushed my level