This is a song about "Krusty scrubs"

Nigga you were wrong, you jumped in front of my gun, and heard the boom

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.

A law suite arose to enclose my flows,

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I harvest like cannibal, i've turned into animal

Let me rideuntil i get free

Thoughts of immortality

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly