This is a song about "Pizza and baes"

I got 800 invisible men

And get it again and again

They laugh and scream and leap

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

We at the top where we belong

And once i'm dead and gone

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And if the cops come, i just hit amnesia

Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

But nah, he is quite different

Grab the scissors and saws and