This is a song about "I hope you die in a fire"

Now look in the beginning i was a kid with no hope

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

You could say a verse, i say one line, i won't even die,

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

Yes you have a gun but wont fire,

Listen to every word that i slur

I hope that you're happy in all that you do

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

I got a blaze, no faint fire

I hope you realize, in between your grimaces

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Sprayin' pain in waves, i hope you saved enough bayer