This is a song about "Imma about to dpit"

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Na you better stop n brace, imma send you to space

Imma tell you a story about a kid at school who thought he was the greatest kid around in this town

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Imma fix your tits to the tip of this hook i've been mentionin'

Imma take a flight and fly out to the dam

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

I gotta little clout

Imma bout to pull out

I just wanna know how imma make it to heavens ladder

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Try to stop me imma leave you with stitches