This is a song about "Bet on it"

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Shutting faggots on his obtuse lacking habits. i bet my shit now recognized

Bet i get it quick lick it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Bet you didn't expect it, i don't do things expected, and predictable

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Own shit i bet you can make good music without taking it off of google or other

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

I bet they think it they soar above me

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

Bet they all will tune in, so i'mma do it bigger than

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Are seen on bet and mtv, the tv screen,

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

If you didn't learn your lesson here, you bet your ass you wont learn it in heaven