This is a song about "Spitting raps like i m a monster"

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I polish off the impostors, under beds i'm a monster//

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Picture this: picking kicks out of foot locker

Now i am a monster, your rhymes are worth a dollar

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

I spit raps like tobacco

Everyone thinks im a heartless monster

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I got a dollar and a dream

Spitting bars like a technical machine

My raps are like a curveball and i got you kinda guessin'

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

Spitting it like a cannon/