This is a song about "Birmingham to ibiza"

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

About new orleans, atlanta, miami, or the birmingham,

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Don't want to go to hell

Let me call that hotel

To stay true to the crew

No soup for you

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

To convince you to buy

To rap to my full potential

I'm mental, it's instrumental

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Birmingham to new orleans, yeah i will smash the town,