This is a song about "Janky promoter"

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

A crony capitalist corporate lobbyist champion of the 1 percent,

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Then some big-shot producer thought it was 'bout time,

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Can't forget dash lucky sittin in the driver seat

Fuck this disney shit. the villains need a champion.

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Personal bus driver, take you to school and church too

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

Take my umbrella-ella and stab-ab a crooked promoter/

Never hate on no one, your blessing’s getting closer

It'll be hard for you to manage my advancement,

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked