This is a song about "Survival"

It's survival of the fittest every time we grab the mic,

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Survival is endless i've learned from the game systems

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Survival ways are what the leviathal portrays

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Yo pockets anorexic and it's survival of the fittest

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/