This is a song about "Not bet"

I bet you couldn't even match that

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

When i get to warwick avenue

I bet you don't even have a clue,

I bet you’ve never seen pussy before

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I'm the sushi king

Now i bet your wondering

Seems like a threat but im willing to bet

And please never disrespect my set

I bet everyone's jealous and just yap

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Since the losers you, man up to our bet

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck