This is a song about "Estonia blyad members are faggets"

'bout to get my other car

Just because of who we are,

Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

How are we so diluted, to think that our lives are

She prayed on me passing that bar

Blessed to be who they are

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

You are excess,you are nobody to me,you are stranger

When i'm on it, on it like my job

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Skills are astronomical,

Ok just listen up a little