This is a song about "Angela divination"

From all this tea cause in reality

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Mind telling me shit don't mater

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

Pushin permanent twistin i'm on a mission got me on the mashtried to dig, you was screamin when i did

I got you guessing im fully computed im so hot the air feel humid like a soldier im to be saluted

On the bible you can run

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

I'm why baby mommas leave

At least not until my mom leaves

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

And corners, suddenly started to see fame and fortune,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy/