This is a song about "Brody tate"

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Of pleasure, jill you did great

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

I found a formula that's great

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

I take out of my largest targets, and fake artists.

Do you hear the bullet clang?

Big shit popping, i'm the man

In this known art of wits

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

[g] great gestures gear towards great guidance, geronimo,