Yo it's the god of war, Ferrari floorin'
Destroying bitches careers like a Holly Holm kick
The most known unknown prospect since Wale Folarin
Withstood the test of time standing alone in a crumbling fortress
If i rapped about bitches, money and drugs, would it define me?
Would "one dimensional" be printed across my ID?
Nah i can't rap about bitches money and drugs that ain't inside of me
I rap about twisted, demented thoughts and hyper anxiety!
Whooooo...Mr. low Self Esteem, my Offspring gonna hate it
When he ends up stuck with the same traits that made me cave in
Listening to The Wonder Years wishing i was talented as Soupy
But if i tried to sing I'd get the whole crowd chuckling like Snoopy
Soooo...i'll refrain, restrain to scratch the itch
Throwing fists is hella backwards to the brain of a pacifist
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