This is a song about "Gene extraction"

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

Preparing for the harvest. your body's carcass,

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

So i lift without preparation

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Cuz i'm pulling skirts up exposing you ladies,

21. winning is a mission,

Ambition, pardon my ambition

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me

Difference between that and self promotion is a thin line

Putting down in different projects at the same damn time