This is a song about "Mile s ripped his pants"

I ripped him up and buried his torso under a bridge

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

To the same plant, and the same pants

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

That's my style/ compile a file that launch me up a mile/

You never tire, might as well as inspire

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Lyrics are precisely picked, so watch as competitors get ripped

I literally almost shit my pants/

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

You're wishing for dick and you ended up getting your ass ripped

I will never throw that flag that's failing right in the air by your mile

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile