This is a song about "Telegraph"

Lickety split cause you despised me when i was disguised,

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

I'm on twitter making tweets about the replays, of king james

Mighty god of lightning, some call me zeus

When they hear me rocking the groove

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Almost got us caught up in gang fuckin warfare,

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

All this lightning striking you like a thunderstorm,

He can split he can bend

Niggas in the street scared

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with