This is a song about "Prodigy"

You can't mimic be possibly, im a cynical prodigy

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Of the prodigy i polish,

Smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father forgive 'emme and my girlfriend, hustling, fell in love with the struggle

I'm unstoppable, prodigy that won't flip flop unfloppable, audibly stabbing you in the abdominal

What them tippers don't see

A crest-fallen prodigy

It's him, it's me, the one holy, prodigy stashing keys like secrete

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

How he could be the next prodigy that he's the only next choice that could be

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

And if you got money man the head is amazing

I'm a prodigy, shit a legend in the making

Im something like a prodigy

If you ain't about money