This is a song about "Diss track on ricegum cuz hes a wasteman and he fucks ksi with chopsticks"

But he began rhyming words as compositions and fucks politicians

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I'll pray to god in church and ask if hes merged with a rapper

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Hes got the prison guards recording him as he grinds his dirty ass on the cell bars,

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

I can just stab you with a pencil but i make it more suspenseful and diss you.

He says hes dying with honor , took a life all because of a color.

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Hes hanging with his friends they ask him to just take a sip of the drink then he

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track