This is a song about "Cranium femur ribs"

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Leaving your cranium split in half, like pie but this is a rhyme not a graph,

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

I'm on autopilot now with my cranium split

#so. go off the dome, #like, my #cranium #broke, yo.

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

But in that that rapper illness i was not in a flying flock but i was a survivor hawk

And god forbid i see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium dog

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Lightens the mood with ribs, never be able to take a bite of you

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Middle finger up ready to rip out all ya ribs

While my cranium rages up,

I said i don’t give a fuck