This is a song about "Beep beep lettuce"

Bota da beep bota, booming economy

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Indubitably i'm too street

The monitor went beep,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Frigid when ripping through rhythms like lettuce to a rabbits teeth

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Like beep boop beep bop these rhyme can get yo girl off

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

Upset the beep alarming armies charging who's next to leap

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven