This is a song about "Andy warhol"

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Build his on coarse, never had rules enforced, he used force

And if get back up, you will be put right down,

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

Cant believe i took the fall for this

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

Did you know chickens run headless for a lot of time before they fall?

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

I'll replace it with mine and it's not gonna move

Settle down maybe grow some pot

I know you just doing your job