This is a song about "Singing competition"

In this rap game your no competition

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

We buy out stores till its all too gone

You just working with the scraps you was given

My lyricism shatters the competition

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

Or the way u live, like everyday is the fuckin end, (singing)

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

That i'm grinding on some lining while everyone still singing

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

Dc ain't been this hot since ronald reagan made a killing

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

She's every love song that i love singing

Some type of competition

And they all mint condition