This is a song about "Rap tell the end"

New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

That happen to act like a black president

Detaching the plastic i don't untie the end

Hold up yea we the best

Now the raps gotta end

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

They were colonizing the eastern end

And maybe it's the end

Nigga i ain't never scared

As i end my rap, i showed u whos the king,

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

It's just me, in the end

Niggas in the street scared

Gliding through the skies as the slow minds wander

So tell em surya will always rap harder