This is a song about "Germ x"

Plastered like a platypus x3

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Bitch don't kill my vibe (x2)

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I'm on task, but rappers be dropping x like they're malcolm,

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Or a sunday fry x4

I'm on deck i'm up next

Wake up universe x2

After lebron, i'm what's next

I found an escape (x2)

Convertibles with turbo jets

Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense