This is a song about "Ravens are buns"

And the word most important

Sponges are absorbent

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Hating my macking, they asking

Who do you think you are

Slumdog far apart any sub par

If i should die before i wake

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

Skills are astronomical,

With a honey in the middle

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic