This is a song about "Fuck till sati"

As i light one for ill will

Spewing messages till

I can manage on my own, you can still have your perfect life

Rappin till im dead, maybe till i feel kind of alive

I was twelve when the gunned you

Don't speak till spoken to

Till they take off there skirt i got bad bitches i dont fuck em clean

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Twirl and hurl till i undergo

And she gives them a blow

Till my mind gets better

That's what rains for

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Fuck the song to dust till theyre like "where the track at?"

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap