This is a song about "8 bit gamer"

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Yo 4-bit, yeah i called you 4-bit look at me i'm 8-bit

Trash your shit with classic spit human turantula he has been bit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Spit with a bitter bit of hennessy,

When something is broken

Honed a bit and then you're done/

So good bye, and should you major this bit?

I put the nigga in his casket

Back off before you get bit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Murdering you, never hurt a bit

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

Bit by bit showing my colors

The richest place on earth