This is a song about "Stats"

They keep pouncing on us like cats , bring up the survey man , they must have known the stats

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

The way the stats setted out i was the favourite on paper

Wack ass pawns- no stacked stats drawn- half ass prawns

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Check the stats, my team winning

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Ryot, your skill stats still remain the same.

Tend to invert my stats

Switch swag on you little dick fags