This is a song about "Fuck you we re cool you re not"

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Blowing a bubble . you think you cool? i have a jet in the back. i fuck my

On re up, need strips in cases

But you hate them navel kisses

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Gotta re-route over this hump,

I call that top tier re-positioning

Hey your honor, is you kidding

That's re-creating pac and biggie, leonardo himself,

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

If this was c.o.d, ill shoot your ass every time you re-spawn