This is a song about "The fuck are those"

Those seconds are precious like hours

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

That regs shit, i don't fuck around with, fuck those mids, only puff the loud shit

All those who wanna diss me are traitors to the regime

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

The fuck are you saying?

I know the moves i'm making

All of those are dead to me, similar to the children's parents

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Those streets are like frontline warzones like the middle east,

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Shut the fuck up all those critics, because we've chosen to speak,