This is a song about "I copyrighted you re ass"

Hell naw you need to re-think that

The door crack, niggas all black

I can get straight to the cash

I fucked you up, straight in the ass!

I have that sick-ass flow all you others clearly lack

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

But,i shot your ass down like i didn't even battle you

I chose this beat for you cause i know like justin's ass,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

Than i drop the fucker and leave you broke ass bitches,

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this