This is a song about "Yonkers freestyle times two"

//ill freestyle, let's go, yo...

Maybe we just need to slow

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

And tell me why would we just think about

You won six times and twenty two times you've lost

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Next time you flinch ill stab you two times n watch the blood pour on the

Because i could beat them in a freestyle

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Because they know i could beat them in a freestyle

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while