This is a song about "Ivan the terrible"

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Terrible odds on a two faced nickel.

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Ill give you quite a fright, or at least a terrible

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

And that's just unacceptable, when terrible shit like mine stays inaccessible

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

When my minions meet the living and have terrible tension

Your rap is more terrible than anything i ever did

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Antonym of amazing faggot you're terrible

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air