This is a song about "Poppy gibbs trumps"

I am the killer, horror film addict i rhyme so much i don't need a filler,

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

But this is something that you just can't brace for

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Like sharkeisha's hair tracks. brace for impact- balls intact. [check]

I can taste the salt from my tears

Hello, hi, good morning, brace yourself

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Got that strap on my hip like a leg brace

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Remember one thing, if y'all spittin some filler lines/

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

Brace hard for impact and a new sensation