This is a song about "Static"

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Manic, your inferior rhymes bring static/

I shoot quicker than an automatic gun i'm hard and static

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

I attract static from all you backpacker whack rappers,

After long time i bumped it, and i realised that its still static.

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

To make sure i was sad with static galactic stress every day and i ain't being sarcastic

Dc has never seen such progress

When static taste my breath

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

My rhymes are sporadic, i destruct, im static