Let add a little more context
At the end of the last song I put out b4 this one I mention bars on I 95 which is a Connecticut based platform which was originally supposed 2 shed light

on talent in Connecticut which it hardly does & when they do the representation is not all that great & it’s not just them theirs other platforms that will throw nikkas a bone every now again but they don’t be picking the right nikkas in my opinion so this song kind in a way picks up where that one left off.
This why I start this song off by saying “Why they holding these nikkas up high like crown

ain’t a fit 4 me/ I’m really him… Who in the town paint the glyphs that we/ correlate wit the carvings on clay tablets/ I done wrote hymns in cuneiform text & made classics.”
This song is about the people who possess the power 2 give nikkas the look but never seem 2 do so properly because if u pick a nikka 2 rap on ur show who’s not all that great in a way by having them up 2 represent connecticut ur basically saying their the pick of the litter so what does that say about the rest of the nikkas in the state that really rap?
That’s u why I also go on 2 say “ who the fukk died & left these nikkas 2 be the taste makers/ when we all know the baggy stuffer & the plate scrapers/ if were 2 place wagers they know who the stakes favor/ that’s why I never gave a fukk about the nay sayers.
In closing if there was an original beat that I was feeling more than this in terms of how it complements the vs I would have named it “ The Declaration Of A Crownless King” or “The Man In The Arena” from the Theodore Roosevelt speech
where he says “
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena.