This is a song about "Stats"

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Ryot, your skill stats still remain the same.

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

Let my angel sing

Check the stats, my team winning

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Tend to invert my stats