This is a song about "Comic con"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Straight up nagasaki-ing comic cons

Boo, when i'm lippy, time for my comic villian laughter

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

Ready for my long con to be finally done/

As rappad's only fully functional homicidal comic

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

And bijies like im out and

Con-fubled, mind muddled.

I wrote in comic sans, ruminated in the chained wear,

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there