This is a song about "Survival of the fittest"

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

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

But most if them don't dictate our survival

Log out bro cause "this is survival of the fittest

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Raybands...hide the face of,

My nigga, its all love

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

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

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol