This is a song about "No ones iller"

Im wicked evil, no fans no ones enjoying me

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Even when it has no difference to the ones previous.

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Foes are rusted no ones trusted

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

No ones bumping like are yall in some kinda hypnotism

Specifically anyone you think is iller 'n' killing me

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby