This is a song about "Making my stepmom moan and making her tits hard"

My talent should take me places i've never been

This insomnia, making my head spin

Let me tell you right now, my feelings are vacant and i'm making my rhymes sacred/

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Making my thought process sporadic

My mom screamed at me so i sliced off her tits and said "listen bitch quit havin fits"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Making her money she drive a mercedes

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Its all bout music with stunning words and making you my minion

My territory you're making elvis turn gay, hey! and i'm not afraid

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Making my brain hard to rhyme