This is a song about "Amendment rummage seizure verdict deter leisure"

Purely for the pleasure, leisure not to make my stacks thicker/

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

Say bye bye to her

I do this at my leisure

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

The rich bin diminishing tonnage as kids rummage through the chips in the rubbish

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I vent rhymes which deter your damn spews so footling for i aggravate the matter

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

You fall into an epileptic seizure