This is a song about "Lucrative lyricist"

I'm a lost soul, twisted lyricist with mischief in store

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

Mentally i'm just a psycho lyricist with the benefits/

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

A lucrative man winning instead of lunatic damn villains

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Picture this, rising of an electrifying lyricist

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

They looking past the fact that i’m a phenomenal lyricist

I wreck lyricist to the point were they pick out the coffin before i burn em on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Just that hot i'm a lyricist that can't stop,i screw you off the top making the fumes

I remember i had no cash, had ta steal that shit up in public bathrooms.