This is a song about "Public menace"

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

You can do it out in public

I'm the fuckin' menace inside everyone's brain

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I've written this shit, flippin' the script but i'm such a menace,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Better lock your doors, it's the arrival of the menace,

It's the lyrical menace

We don't ever make love

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

As a motherfuckin' menace, when y'all think i'm finished,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon