This is a song about "Im about to fry you"

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Im about to break the waters surface,stronger than them evil currents,

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

To rapping about, what im about

Im about to pass this shit to my nigga j kells

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

South beach fountain blue

To forget about you.

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Im not trying because im sick of lying, im dreaming about dying, but not from you,

Im about to tell you what i think and how i feel

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

Everything im about to tell you is the truth

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose