This is a song about "I m going to turn this block into a kitchen"

I verbally turn the booth into the wasteland of a nuke

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Trip, and then you never snitch

I turn you to a poor bitch

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Before i turn you into a victim of my murder mystery.