This is a song about "Recording out the cave"

My talent should take me places i've never been

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

//fuckin echoy bullshit in the recording i give up lol

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Back to the cave to restart his flow. he look west to east on the

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Well, he traced me to the cave, where i had raced away

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

That he found in a cave, then showed em to their graves!

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

But the truth always comes out

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Try to make another recording the cover was playboy mansion.

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables