I need money to eat. I’m hungry for money, can’t even lie.
Money = capital.

capital of Hungary = Budapest.
your mind = BLOWN

the way some dudes talk about my wardrobe, you’d think I just sprouted a fine pair of boobies or some shit.

quit starin' at me dog, MY EYES ARE UP HERE

a lotta these “OG” cats got it fucked up.
just because a rapper been rapping longer don’t mean he’s any kinda threat to me.
so why respect someone just for being on a proverbial treadmill for ten years? get them dusty ass fossils the fuck outta here, b.

leaving my peers in the dust…

the Wright Bros. invented the airplane. the Leer jet would blow their lil rickety bullshit plane out the water. new and improved.
this is how I feel about all these old rap foagies that are mad a cat who looks like me does what they been doing for decades better than them.

metaphorically “dance” on the beat. look up the word “cadence”.

still not quite sure what it is that makes some folks try to bring the gawd down, but in the meantime I'ma keep fuckin' them up while I go for mine.

hi, I’m Voss and I drink a LOT of beer.
I’d like to live a better life but life is HARD brah.

no matter how much some folks may try to break his lyrics down and lessen their creative value, even after they’ve divided up his rhymes, other rappers still can’t even equal up to half of Voss' total or “quotient”

from Wikipedia:

“magnum opus”, from the Latin meaning “great work”, refers to the largest, and perhaps the best, greatest, most popular, or most renowned achievement of a writer, artist, composer or craftsman.