This is a song about "Baymax the inflatable robot"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Huh, a metaphor of course

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Everything i wanted never seem so close

The more battles the better the flows

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Work like a robot, rappers got the whole top,

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

Wait you can't help all you do is watch robot porn

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly