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

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

I dare you, come at me b

And losin all his money

How beautiful are thou, africa

I let that 9 fucking pet ya

Or you'll drive me crazy

Every time ya saw me

Physique is fucking sleek, i make ya fucking knees go weak.theybefore i die,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Plottin' don’t even worry

Trying to fucking stomp on me

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I miss ya like a bitch with big tits and her brassiere, b

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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