This is a song about "Ur my all"

U go along on ur own but nigga your walkin all alone

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Ur style fuckin sounds all the same,

My buzz is like cocaine

Face it ur basic, my skillz designed, ur shits makeshift

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

So ima lose bitch? my punchlines will beat u till ur black n bruised

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I'll murder ur my mind and plead insanity.