This is a song about "Hehe pile on"

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Because right now i'm a walking pile of hate,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Crocodile to these fishes watch em pile like some dishes

Feel your chest on top on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Hypocrites must admit while i spit it makes your writ's like a pile of shit-

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

When you took my hand up so calm

Feel your chest on top on

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Got into trouble through himself into a pile of ruble then wrote a letter while

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

You fakes aint nothin but a pile of shit

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Mo money mo problems when i get it i'm a pile it up