This is a song about "Panthers are buns"

Why haven't you fled, run! your fat #buns gonna be part of my #mac's lunch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

She always comin back

My raps are good, yours are bad..

Fuck friends (as if they are)

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

And this will be the song that we sing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Why are you crying, are you frightened.