This is a song about "Premises and become exiles"

To become a lyrical killer and slit your throat with a damn metaphor,

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

They can not pause like right one sega

Become a tranny and move to regina.

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

Get their degree and become something great, does all right

That is when my rhymes condense and start to become more enlightened

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

And i'm not about to let my lyrics become flat

I'll become a star, and you'll know what we do and who we are

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar