This is a song about "Me fucking ya b itches"

So much gold, they might as well call me midas b

And all women who had light features, see

Murder all you mothafuckas especially when my pen itches

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

But ya fucking blew it

Educate yourselves, of africa

I let that 9 fucking pet ya

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Talk about me ill fucking stab ya with used knife

As your family dies, and my family rise

Ya the fucking bitch sucked on my dick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Please save me, i'm gonna melt without ya