This is a song about "Payton herman"

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

I destroy people in these raps like i'm hercules,

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

30 chains on, bet the light work

And from the broken twin

Through thick and thin

I am the mc to open the minds of my fellow

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Its like my rep's stacked, then fellow and broke my back

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Im not just another white fellow

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

In my herb shuttle with a white bitch feeling lustful

We original officially the most original

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last