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

My scythe don blessed ya made a mess, much to your dread

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

My life is almost as fucked up as your mind is.

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Question is, is it anxiety or is it just my heart,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Bias reality my perception is my shield

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

My god is my saviour he is my protector,

I am my only nemesis, my escape is where the exit is/

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

My spit is deadly, this shit is lethal

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

Close your eyes my face is