This is a song about "Ivan the terrible"

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Antonym of amazing faggot you're terrible

I used to have a nine to five

With you going through more terrible times.

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

I felted terrible, because all i did was making her feel worse.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And i've seen the other people you hang with, they treat you terrible,

When my minions meet the living and have terrible tension

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

The more battles the better the flows

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.