This is a song about "Using my resources"

I’m atl pimpin’ custom pivot edition

Using depictions of my internal infliction

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

I sound like a whole fuckin band, cuz im using my mic for slayin against the army of dike.

Training my craftship using people for practice

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet

Using all my will power to prevent the urge to slam you in the cement

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

To express my feelings outward using liquid solidity

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

Gun control means using both hands in my land

Now im using my words for ammunition

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win