This is a song about "I m so motherfucking ill"

All you niggas die

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

So ill leave after i spit a bit of some funky shit,

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

"becky o m f g this is so unreal

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

So i gotta break some records, so ill know how needles feels

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

And if i wasn't just so motherfucking weak i would fight,

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

M rhymes out here and ill leave these wack bitches burnt like toast

Ill hunt them down with motherfucking rounds (bang)

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man