This is a song about "Imma kill you"

You fuckers hella fat, like whales imma bout to beach you

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

Thinking you're hot, shit; imma tell you you're not it

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

And i love your mind and ambition

But with these hooks imma reel you in

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Now imma outro, and save you some embarrass

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Kill ya, you in the afterlife

Hey fab, i'mma kill you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Imma be a self made millionaire you can tell a friend

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement