This is a song about "Survival tactics"

Yo pockets anorexic and it's survival of the fittest

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

And your offense offers hits to be attacked with, you give your opponent extra tactics,

Am i the unsung hero? oh yes if you asking anybody that's aware of the classics

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Y'all better get ready, it's survival of the fittest

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

The way we murder beats on single tracks, what tactics,

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Hurt the weakest it's survival of the fittest

Survival is endless i've learned from the game systems

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

I'm classed as a castor of magic, a master of immaculate tactics