This is a song about "Gareth bale"

Either hell hath no fury or an eagle takes its place/

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Struck you with a bolt of lightning and then bolted/

With the wrath of a killer, they said i’m tripping

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Living like a menace as i'm guaping like some spinach dip

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

I'm a menace, brain dead since age seven, a lethal weapon.

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit