This is a song about "Got me some more"

Write some more to spite me please, on mics i just tarnish

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

Up in my critter cage hard to keep my balance but no worries i got me some magnets.

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

And got a few more years and some tears, this is anyone

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

You got more chance landing a plane than landing a punch on me

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Now i've got more than this paper lookin back at me

How beautiful are thou, africa

I got some swag bitch, let me swag all over ya

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And who's to blame?me. ive got more skill purely in my pinky finger,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Now let me drop in some more rhymes, do i have your permission?