This is a song about "Fesh pince of blair"

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Top of my pile of bodies

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Like a male version of lauryn hill

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Where i'm from they is ruthless

Cause america the terror of,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Fuck it, im leaving

Feeling, of appealing