This is a song about "Survival of the fititst"

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

I'm lockin' the street, man it's survival of the fittest,

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

The drug that they brain need

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

But that's a way of survival, how they map their peace plans,

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Survival ways are what the leviathal portrays

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

See i'm breathing for a purpose

The things im most scared of

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served