This is a song about "Survival"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Vital information for survival,

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Survival is endless i've learned from the game systems

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

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

Baby, you're an angel

Inspiration is survival.

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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