This is a song about "Progression"

New lesson, you ain't got progression, you just pedal that aggression/

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

When i die im still make full rap progression

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Deadly weapons to maximise your progression

I've got the boss flow, spit progression

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

Im progression, and well your not, this battle was easy im glad we faught.

I get special attention

I watch it's progression

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

Im progression, pop a molly im sweatin, 5,6, and 7 off to heaven,