This is a song about "The stats"

The truth but thats the way

Observe: cock and spray

I'm the nigga with the juice

Yeah, look here i pay dues

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

Intendent attend them, cool cause

The more battles the better the flows

And these shape-shifting hoes

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Ryot, your skill stats still remain the same.

Poke out from behind her

In the heat of the summer,

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for