This is a song about "Welcome to the rap game it s survival of the fitest do or die look i was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings but i flow demonic"

I was like bird on the ground hurt and flapping, tryin' to fly but now i guess i mapped it.

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Do it 'til i die as the greatest rapper ever to

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

On poetry of rap i towed on the flow he goes

Yeah, i was gonna go easy on you and make it lyrical

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Insane to ignore the risk, but its survival of the fittest

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

I don't want to hurt your feelings so i'm being gentle,

But i wasn't ready to look in the mirror, but wasn't ready for my father to die,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love