This is a song about "Evan fuller"

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

As rappad's only fully functional homicidal comic

The rich get richer, while we fill up project blocks

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

And i just want to hold her

My wallet just get richer

Paint a faint picture of a saint and repaint with a richer mixture of framed fame

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Lyrically i'm extravagant fully automatic the devils advocate,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

And ya time will be never fully served

Being broke and it's a diddy ass world

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Allowin for increased wit with decreased shit/