This is a song about "Followers on instagram"

Im an assasin when im rappin i got some murderous intentions

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

A girls self worth is the liking on her instagram

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man

My sim card's the bomb

Feel your chest on top on

Feel your chest on top on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

Reality expressed like a touch of instagram

I could go on and on and on for hours,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

But call me uncle, yeah uncle cam

And post the shit on instagram