This is a song about "Gross domestic product per capita gross domestic productg"

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

About disaster in the world and

Take some from the early bird and start chargin per compliment/

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

My bars are off the chain, they're a product of

Waging war for yearsthe crack game wasn't big enough

Get your paper, see you later

The sanded product is much greater

Flow so gross i infect hosts just from when i breathe

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

I think the fuckin product in your hair leaked through

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

No it's not, it's gross (gets the people going)”

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king