This is a song about "One hundred thirty four"

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Now it’s your turn, spitting till your thirty?

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

My brothers alone said fuck your entire

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

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

Or keep small it around four

I ain't happy with the score

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

The next thirty seconds i didn't understand