This is a song about "Second coming rap goddes"

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

This is the second verse i could probably beat you writing my rap in reverse,

Rap attack your pack a rats coming in like swat teams,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

If you feel it, it must be real just

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Second i give into proof,

Its cold as shit in this booth

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

And dying every second im living

I believe in second chances

And panned out, i'm all in love

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent