This is a song about "Mariana s trench"

And that´s how it has begun

I'm a son of gun

Cause he just came home off of bid

The outline which you n****s out dated

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Put the purp in the blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

I met this girl named mariana

My all gold rolly or the