This is a song about "Par"

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

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

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

Nah, man your rhymes just seem below par.

We be in the party like we own that bar

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Declaration of war, lets get competitive if you think to me you're on par.

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

Average ain't up to par, you can't spar, lyrics are an ar