This is a song about "Progress gradual"

Where the process projects the problematic progress

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Getting so high it helps, to get shit off my chest, as i progress,

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

You're progress is non constant, the opposite to my faucet

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Moving on makes the best progress, nonsense,

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

You're fodder even yet my progress don't stall or

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

By the progress quick eliminate process that's the contents

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

There's still room to progress,

(construction in progress, please use alternate route)

All my niggas get together to gather loot