This is a song about "Live like there s no tom"

S on my chest like a superman vest

That i can only love you when you undressed

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Its like this drive i have inside, fascinated by lies, there ant no compromise,

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

I'll bomb you up like boom but for you there is no room

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

But there is no hope for him to live

Rollin 60's on the block, ya'll won't live to see another sun

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Right flows down and they might go nice

I have no reason to live

I'm a fucking rap star

Bad, just like an 80's car

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three