Lyrical King you know you hot when haters come
But they too dumb to know we just having fun
Why they hate us is a rhetorical question
You switch up styles every 30 seconds
With lyrics as ya weapon crushing lines like playing tetris
Don't get arrested...haters should confess it
You are not to be tested
The truth is the cypher is too conjested
In two seconds you splurge verbs with two words
Haters travel in herds disturbed hopeless hurbs
I got you man....it's whatever