This is a song about "Par"

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Hope my city is not too far

You're sub-par, so i'll ignite your finest write-

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

Just need a little angel to protect, except now she denied you and shes on to the next

All these other rappers to you they're no par, skill discrepancy you spitters are so scarce

Hands and feet i'm securing, eating you alive i'm wolfing, i'm on par but i ain't golfing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this