This is a song about "This one"

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Well until i meet this one kid

Hold on you can see my vision

So sit down, and take a pass on this one

Then there was this one kid

My mates calling me gifted

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Clock this one in as i go faster

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

I wrote this one in one take, i have with one last thing to say

This battles blackjack my lyric score gets twenty one,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

Mami... she open, she open

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Who is this? no one said ever