This is a song about "Hayek and keyne"

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

Fake niggas get dial tones

And nasty remains and bones

And like to boast and brag

The door crack, niggas all black

Grab the scissors and saws and

And the word most important

Why not me the same thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Here they keep a rachet close

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

I'm the head coach of the team