This is a song about "Alex rosenberg is a wanker"

This is a killin spree

What them tippers don't see

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

A truck, this is a spin wheel you

Every day, a star is born,

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

Babe you know it gets no better than this

That's what a public offense is

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Believe........ love is not a myth,

A subliminal message, everday is a lesson

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some