This is a song about "My scythe is 150mil"

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

Close your eyes my face is

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

This ain't easy, im thinking

Or would you refuse a scythe

Which is the root of all negative

My own unknown is my enemy,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Hi! my name is... (what?) my name is... (who?)

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

My rappin is tight, ez money is my game

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

My style is patent, the measures is drastic

This is my prime, my time to shine.

So let's have a toast, everything fine