This is a song about "Boycott"

Are you getting it yet, i'll use a screw and bolt you in.

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Slumdog far apart any sub par

She prayed on me passing that bar

So everyone sit down or take a knee,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Be careful and get ready to f*ckin cry

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

You're a vestige that's meant to end, so full stop, you're sentenced and

Then you got to pacing off the place seething, to the racy bar you'd since fre-quent

Mothers heads tucked in, day and night they'll cry/

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Or party with your guys drinking bub in the bar,