This is a song about "Une fois par semaine"

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Average ain't up to par, you can't spar, lyrics are an ar

Stay fly like a birdie, under par one stroke

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

All these other rappers to you they're no par, skill discrepancy you spitters are so scarce

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Slumdog far apart any sub par

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

I'm getting the hole in one, you bogeys'll never par.

Hands and feet i'm securing, eating you alive i'm wolfing, i'm on par but i ain't golfing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Mad strict sub par rap skits i'm the ruler by far bars mention flat bids..