This is a song about "I stunt on them"

I vent my anger and frustrations and thrust them on this page/

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

This is real and it ain't no stunt

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

So after that stunt, i don't know you seem pretty lawful

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

With blood splatters on them yet i still look fresh to death

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

I told them keep picking on me imma run this place

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

I finally found them, after standing on top of the mountain.

Now i got them bitches infected and they gettin on they knees

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please