This is a song about "The deceleration of indapendents"

You all niggas ain't even on my level

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

And i can get em all without lots of effort

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

King of the va, off of those toxins.

That will be enough

The things im most scared of

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

Return of the king of flow

Once upon a time not long ago

For the man of the hour

"contemplate", i wrote about her

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,