This is a song about "We are lyric killers"

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

We forever be real, we' are made of teal

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

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

We goin' hard, we're goin' far, that's who we are

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

Still, trying to spit rhythmic lyric,

I’m first class on my trip trip

No, no, we are not those

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Everywhere we go, people know who we are

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

All dem niggas gonna hate

Account the amount we are paid