brain rot

Aminam's the name, and I'm claiming my fame,
Detroit's my domain, Eminem's flame I tame.
I'm carving my lane, with the rap god's aim,
Echo his pain, but my own game I proclaim.

Sigma? You wanna know the sigma?
It's the code of the streets, where you can't hide,
You'll hit the pavement, if you ain't straight,
It's the code of the rap game, we don't play fake.

Cocky, you say? I'm not cocky, I'm the truth,
Rhymes so hot, they're served in a stew,
I'm a rap god, who's in command,
I'm the source of the rhymes, a new trend.

Skibidi, rizz, skibidi, rizz, skibidi, rizz?
I'm not sure what you're saying, but I'm feeling like this:
Skibidi, rizz, skibidi, rizz, skibidi, rizz,
Rhymes so hot, I'm in my own biz.