This is a song about "Survival of the fittest"

Straight out of rap's fittest camps

I'm popping rubber bands

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

The fittest crew like a pair of nike jordan tennis shoes,

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

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

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

To these cynical hypocritical critics, the fittest,

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

I begged for his survival cause me needing him is vital.

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival