This is a song about "74 till the world blow"

It's not your fault though it's probably all the blow,

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Keep rapping till the whole world knows my name!

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

For serial killings across the world.

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

First world problems written through the spittin verse hurled till it blossoms

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Blackberry and t phone

74. take a seat in the throne,

We left em a world that's cursed

I'm in the the real world

Lady at the frank stand will

Someone blow the whistle,

7. patiently wait for the day that i blow,

My new flow bought hublots below zero