This is a song about "The champ is here"

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

Believe me i'mma be your god

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

I'm left fevered and ill the end is here

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Lol to the graveyard, your tombstone says "here he is"

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here

I'm here taking over "c'est la vie" is the mantra

Now look at killa, you gon' watch santana

His courage is endless, here to encourage the defenseless

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

So the proof is in here in notes im better then you

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Im a champ i go pound for pound, cause i settled in the south,