This is a song about "Welcome to the rap game it s do or die i flow demonic setting the mic on fire"

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

When we blast it and then pass the mic to save rap music,

Welcome to cypher, choose life or, the knife or, her,

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

On poetry of rap i towed on the flow he goes

I'll make it through, it's hard to see the light, but it's do or die,

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

I bet you didn't like that well welcome to the game. my raps are sharp enough

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

I'll make it through, it's hard to see the light, but it's do or die,

When i'm on it, on it like my job

I bust on the mic nonstop