This is a song about "One hundred thirty four"

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

I keep every damn line one-hundred percent original,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

Or keep small it around four

Why you lil niggas still swinging? got virgin tight flows yall still swinging

Im done with this battle, this one will get me to spot four winning,

One hundred percent condensed, now i don't feel possessed

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west