This is a song about "Bowser toad kiana and mario robbing banks"

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Robbing national treasury

N i'm robbing timers wholly now no obstruction

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

And they're robbing our money for tax

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Last nail, robbing you of your cuticles, and your music flow

There will be no more mario, lorenzo or antonio

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Your mind likes, robbing you of the spotlight

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore