This is a song about "Aaron is bae"

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

Cause this album pack enough evil

Inspiration is survival.

My style is patent, the measures is drastic

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

My spit is deadly, this shit is lethal

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

This is not fake it it is reality

In the lambo looking like a fly

Rockin so much ice they call me snow bae.

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Below me, is where you's rappers reach is/