This is a song about "How much xenon sucks"

Damn i forgot how much money he got

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Say how much i hate everyone, and then you'll know its me?

They giving pounds and that before get the money

The only reason that i put up with this moody ass bitch

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

Where you welcome to problems

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Lying to yourself, all over an image

It sucks when your competition aint much

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

If i took a photo imagine how much fucken cash i'd make

How much blood was spilled, some thousand liters

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

And non-nigga friends got it with him

How i ever got in so much pummelin',