This is a song about "Bill nye the russian spy"

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

Like bill nye, ill rhymes spill wise but still try makin' a game like hasbro

So while you worry about the hoes

While the skies overcast eyes spy tornados

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

I'll pick up your bill then shoot you dead and the tangueros will tip their hats

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

And you can see it on the bill thats in your pocket your holding

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

So get yo wallet out and pay the bill.

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

The day bill gates go broke is the day we broke

Leave it to the greats, this comeback elevates me to the level of bill gates/

Releasing these demons on a page, i escape, keeping the chains