Trouble's what I thrive in, adapt to environments at a rate that you aspire to have this depth of mine to dive in but you're swept on land, flow's dryin', you a fake Lil Guccifuckinghandbag no one's buyin'. Will I call you out? Why bother? You're a pest; does the Pharaoh call the slave out and make his prey-of-prey confess? No, he sends millions of ripples by the butterfly effect and when the slave has no one by him, does the Pharaoh knock him down? He says 'come ahead, step to me call me out and bang your chest', oh yes and the rest of this F-grade test is carried out by the dunce just once before his death.