This is a song about "Lucrative lyricist"

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

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

I don't feel penitent for my actions wickedest lyricist

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Heard this for certain, but i'm working in curtains like surgical surgeons that do lose

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

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

A rapper & a lyricist, i'm kinda in the middle

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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