This is a song about "Rare"

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

You're raps are bare there's nothin there, real rhymes are rare

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Grilled your ass medium rare check please waiter

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Get rough with me, that night flow

Say i'm rare like delfavero

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Steaks rare cooked on embraers, cap it off like a pilot

Pay my haters not too much mind

Nah im too kind maybe of a rare kind

But now it's more declare

Roast beef medium rare