This is a song about "Ima make you bait"

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

Ima slay you alive, watch you cry

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

In the lambo looking like a fly

I can seal your fate in a crate and make that shit parana bait

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Ima tear you dick of and hammer it to a wall,

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Get the zippo and spark the shit

And ima make you feel this like it

Unlike you ima real purebred,

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Too late you took the bait mistook for fake as a rake

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Ima pummel you here until you reach new levels of pain