This is a song about "Byson tiller"

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

The pervs lerk as miley works that twerk till it hurts.

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

I know your schedule so today's you meet your maker

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

How the fuck you gon' lose money when money works for you?

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Ryot, your skill stats still remain the same.

Need to send murks after you that works true

I could think of a couple positions for you

I like to call that a quick flip

But that's because my brain works opposite

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

That can't take an undertaker, feelin to make me meet my maker

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper