This is a song about "Elite dangerous"

To soho, baby milo so dope

While the elite laugh talk and gloat.

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

My mixtape needs a warning sign attached so you know i'm dangerous,

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,

Now that i am elite

I don't know defeat

Courses through our veins, pain's insane, dangerous,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Of corrupt government leaders and elite aristocracy,

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money