This is a song about "School freestyle"

The main freestyle king back in the building

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

In your ass impression fuck a freestyle this is thee style

So i can start this freestyle, got more rhymes than there's crops

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Nothing to write about, and freestyle? forget it!

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

You call it freestyle,shit was perviously written

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I can battle you in freestyle or even fencing

I can freestyle with more talent

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk