This is a song about "Par"

The underdog of the underground has come far

A sub-par rapper who gets prosts drunk on cheap alcohol

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

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

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

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

(hook) mess with the south homey thats a dream,hallucinating or imagining x2

The things they say went a little too far

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Nah, man your rhymes just seem below par.

I guzzle up at the bar