This is a song about "Phil and the astro"

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Just the scissors and the razor blades and many of the bodies,

Spitting like im the true rap god, hop in my astro pod, launch, im fucking extraordinary,

Beware for my marksand yo, makaveli, give me them bullets that was left up in your belly

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

Grab the scissors and saws and

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

The other's an atl georgian and

But got comma’s in my statement

As i'm watching the snow fall

And ball until the throne and thrall

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

The goal is the globe and... the versace robe and