This is a song about "Brad pitt"

I know you run your own show

You got that indie glow

Rapping is my profession, i am going through a depression

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Only way settle my depression with rapping

Heard that you alright though

So get ready for my rap show

Bitch show me some tay tays

Say you through will all my foul ways

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Show me love show me fuckin love

If i was yours, and you were mine.

But that was only one time

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

Let me attend to do mine