This is a song about "Cursory duplicity impervious impetus tepid"

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Reflecting how's my life if stay to the god power.

I'mma make it rain trick

Jump posing a kong-fu kick,

Steady to sulk heavenly bolts of electrical volts especially on impulse

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Getting these bitches from one push of a button

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Or should i push them away like 2pac says/

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

So chase the air hide your stash

Before i kick your ass

Time for me to take the role of the main catalyst,

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Which spurt blood and turn love to three breakfast courses.