This is a song about "Survival of tje fittest"

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Yo pockets anorexic and it's survival of the fittest

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Out of this coviction of feelings

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Survival is endless i've learned from the game systems

To these cynical hypocritical critics, the fittest,

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

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival