This is a song about "The stats"

Where the ball meets the wall

Now we must stand tall

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Huh, a metaphor of course

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Got the passion for the music

Ryot, your skill stats still remain the same.

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most