This is a song about "Delivering balloons to spacemen"

I know my shit better anyone on this damn earth, curse this place, it's worse

Distilling ether and delivering it to each of you quivering rappers,

I call em up, they might fall through

Pray to god to bless you

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

To rap to my full potential

Trying to get to you

Don't fuck around and make it true

Delivering a crushing blow, have you gushing from places you didnt know.

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

To even try, afraid to..

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Long as she come to me first

Smoke to much weed to burnt,

To get to hold your hand

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last