This is a song about "This ring of joystick verse where miku gets her big rebel try on"

But imma talk shit, for the rest of this fucking verse

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Well this is where it gets complicated

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

You irish cocky bitch you're on my-ish level but you rebel

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Gold on my dentals, fucking mental devil rebel

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

As: and while you’re in my mother

Lungs on fire to some beauty of her

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Smoke gliding on the tongue, her head gets numb

From the first verse it just gets worse/

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers