This is a song about "Am a singer"

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

I am spitting rhymes out like i am a type of robot

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

I am a storm so do the math.

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Like i am a weevil.

Lady at the frank stand will

Straight bad bitches i run, through

You nigga, i am a jew

People say i am a tinker bell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Im a killer its my mental thriller, im not a singer but yes, i am a sinner,

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister