This is a song about "Graham abraham"

No fucks given to any body ill be shaking and baking like ricky bobby

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

They say nothings ever free

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Know i go ham lika brick house/

From the projects to the penthouse

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

Milton bradley monopoly keep your pieces copped

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small

It's time to stop being so selfish, we tryna be the "king" as if we was elvis, all

Through all the rain and the pain

Middle name shane, born all the same

Scattered from hell to jacobs ladder,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her