This is a song about "Survival of the fittesy"

But most if them don't dictate our survival

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

Survival ways are what the leviathal portrays

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Vital information for survival,

This summer gone be mine though

Return of the king of flow

As i light one for ill will

Inspiration is survival.

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

And there's no hospitals this deep there's only survival,

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz