This is a song about "Up to something"

Got indelible colors, only look where they’re buzzing

Get some real rhymes and actually come up with something,

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

To destroy something so great

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Because you quit to fast for you to come up with something.

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Come up to me with something harsh

Is myself contemplative how to be something else

So, just tell me something about yourself

And put my wrist up something similar to a stick up

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Tryin' to change something,but it goes bad

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news