This is a song about "Recognize"

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Need to recognize my status, i'm the baddest, that is certain

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

Real recognize real, that's what my buddy always say

We blessed to be here

Where real recognize real

I don't have to write a rap for you to recognize that

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Cuz the grace won't recognize his face once i fucking waste him,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

To get the green into my hands, the money trees i recognize,

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Like ima stop thinking that he's blind cause he don't recognize the grind

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

But u got only two holes son..well.. ur a true whore cuz every multi i spit ur holes multiply twice/

Scoring an a with this is no surprise, you know the blueprint seeing me will recognize and verifies