This is a song about "I got so much fuckin swag"

Got so much vigor,that i aint even fuckin with her,

But make it in time for shitty re-runs of rocket power

So much for that peace prize fuckin hypocrite

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

I bit my lip so much i got a canker

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Got so much beef i could start three new arby's!

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Rub my back, then let me lay

So much talent got taken away

I got so much in the bank

Got racks you don’t understand

Got so much haters, atleast, i don't care about beef

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees