This is a song about "We on that killer swag"

Considering rappad the world's greatest accomplishments n' inventions

You on the ground restin,im a fucking killer teachin lyrical lessons,

That shoebox shit, over with

We on that skip bayless/

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

You on the ground restin,im a fucking killer teachin lyrical lessons,

That we don't put on no show

It ain't nothing though

Of the exams that we face that is based on the work that we do

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue