This is a song about "Par jot s triple club"

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Hope my city is not too far

Thought i was killing shit when my game was just at par

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

What, what ... project shit what

Talking about fight club,

I said i don’t give a fuck

She was the queen of the club

Fuck that job been around that block

Letting the melody synch while i jot

Its like god sent me this grief so i could jot

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block