This is a song about "Survival of the fittesy"

Like curses on the radio

Return of the king of flow

Survival is endless i've learned from the game systems

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Vital information for survival,

Cause this album pack enough evil

The things im most scared of

Wood chain with a jesus

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

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

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Raybands...hide the face of,

She can make a pimp fall in love