This is a song about "To of the charts"

As i said, i'm evil, my rhyming ain't feeble, i knock the beatles of the charts

It regret , social situations still find it hard to connect , we dont choose the cards

To simulate the experience of terror

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Gotta top the charts just to make myself last

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

It ain't hard to make money

To the rigors of the industry

From the streets to the charts,is a massive move

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

To be indoctrinating the most cynical of pawns,

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

To the back of this verse,

I still got haters

Try to be real, not just top of the charts.

Hit the green like running backs with no yards