This is a song about "Reduce"

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

I hate to pop your bubble but what would reduce you to rubble

But its no use, as your raps reduce, and as mine begin to reproduce.

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

The weak are taking uppers to reduce bad sweats

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

I am here to increase not reduce nor decrees ya fear,

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

But bitch i'm at my peak, you'll never reduce me/

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I don't care about defeating me no more, i’m rapping you to reduce my pain, my sore,