This is a song about "How much xenon sucks"

Which you know i'm different, right

But didn't know how much pride

Trying to give them light and a message

It sucks when your competition aint much

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

Capers vanish paper railroads, that's how much i'm asset rich

Damn i forgot how much money he got

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

How much i stabbed and press.

And i'mma keep ya fresh

You a bitch homie how much for a dick suck?

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

You never know how much this world could be cold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Reminisce about my life and notice how much i've matured

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would