This is a song about "Copenhagen big trucks and no fucks"

Once i've killed you i hope the devil fucks you in the afterlife and that's the price

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

And anybody who fucks around and thinks they can go dissin' me,

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Now my deduction fucks the game up, but not just one no, not the rap game

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

We got big shoes to fill, and that ain't no small feat/

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth

Catch you up on places i've been

And become as big as london

Big pun and big l's lifestylez ov da poor and dangerous,

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Bout saying go thinking bout what big wow relations ended no