This is a song about "Repetition"

No place for repetition, glowing bright in intelligence

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Rhythmic repetition, causes seismographs to fritz

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

I punch the fucking vixen with perfect repetition

Repetition until recognition

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

It's the part ii repetition, murder with guided precision

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

The repetition of my rhyming syllables must be a sin

It will be my saving grace of repetition

First off congratulations on the win