This is a song about "Bourgeois hegemony"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Just not destine to be ruler.

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Yo, i've have lyrical mastery

Everyone has power, gotta activate it

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Got the power to many more

74. take a seat in the throne,

And it's well known that rell home

Mathematical mastery, move aside peasantry

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

This monopoly of bloody fangs,

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans