This is a song about "Your the o lone"

My lone genius'll smash your raps to pieces/

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

But we should be body to body

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

We know you're just a lone kid, who sits in the dark

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

He runs back o the elevator, runs and slams his door,

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Your phone's cocked, but i've blocked your calls to triple o

Im the only young j d-o

Not to shit on you

It's bedtime night night, im never phased i will have your style on the six o clock news

I wish i would start to fly, but i'm just forced to sigh as my life continues,