This is a song about "Import"

Got me engraved in this sofa, zero production is what i make.

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Leave debris as an immense consequence,

And the v12, that's on various trips

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

Inside we're all the same, equality is commodity it's not about

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

So robbing for objects of opulence ain't worth the consequence,

Like its fucking kill bill body niggas with straight steel

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

With such precision you'll feel the steel like its a circumcision

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

Big bull, mad rapper with balls of steel

I'm an artist who's paying dues, i have to deal, no grabbing steel,

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal