This is a song about "Back the fuck up son your you will fell like your friend"

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Ill end this so you can get back to whatever the fuck you spend your time doing,

I'll fuck your shit up like i was the jackie chan/

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

Uh, your brains will blow up just like fireworks

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

You dread me like im haitian, get the fuck up out my face son

Fuck you go to hell u cheating son of a bitch i wish u fell

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

You do realize that your make up will not fix your stupidity.

Man going around around the world so many times i'm dizzy

You rag on me but say your a friend

Half your body laying on my chest

Open the fuck up hell needs me i tried all your phones, i know your home, fuck you,

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true