This is a song about "Horrorcore rap song about psychopath killer"

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

You can't rap about drugs you don't do.

Cause’ i’m the rap boogeyman, motherfucker, you’ll understand by the end of this song/

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

About how i'm an asshole and i don't rap about relevant issues,

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Like my tunes light a bong rap a song gradually

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

This is my rap song, now it my vacation

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet