This is a song about "Survival of the fittest"

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

But most if them don't dictate our survival

Straight out of rap's fittest camps

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Raybands...hide the face of,

She need now, she ain't never needed love

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Yo pockets anorexic and it's survival of the fittest

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

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