This is a song about "Imma kill you"

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Imma tell you something thats boss

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

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Imma tell you this thousand times over

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

Imma be a self made millionaire you can tell a friend

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

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this

Try to stop me imma leave you with stitches

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

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