This is a song about "Earths layers"

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

On my canvas i'm an artist i seek earths core for stardust

Say your fucking prayers, stop cuttin layers, gods telling me your a sin waiting to happen,

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Everynight i stare, and say my prayers, blood drips from the missing layers,

Bunch of so sayers, when they go to sleep tonight, well i just hope they said their prayers

Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers

Pen and paper, peel the layers

Better yet they work my every nerve

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

She said my love is outta here

Sitting back all these layers need to peal

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Diamond bling layers, i'm rhyming with a #king #slayer,