This is a song about "Precision"

With such precision you'll feel the steel like its a circumcision

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Aiming words with precision-

See, i'm second to no one

But can pluck a persons brain with precise precision

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Cooked up by a broken home and music with precision,

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

I'm a lyrical magician with serial precision

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Intense with eviction of syllables mixed with precision in minutes

Slice precision ,listen, i killed my whole division

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

Appy pressure like a sticker, fuck bitches with precision

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison