This is a song about "Prosses of cellular respiration"

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

I'm gon remember her, but still

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

Return of the king of flow

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Out of this coviction of feelings

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Top of my pile of bodies

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years