This is a song about "Rome and greece"

Freestyle, off the dome, living like i lived in rome

I'm definitely in a class of my own

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

She can only live for the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

So many gods of rap, think i'm in ancient greece

And kill yourself and your clique

But don't fall asleep

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Moping around in rome wearing a toga