This is a song about "We are lyric killers"

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

We are on the fucking cusp

How are we so diluted, to think that our lives are

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

Dabbled in alien atmospheric, burying you in this searin lyric

They think that we are defected

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Inside we are coming in a

Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Account the amount we are paid

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

We are bred by consumerism

Everywhere we go, people know who we are

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far