This is a song about "Quickening unmanned hardening fraud ungrateful decode yippee sabotage knotted situationthe"

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

And the docs are at odds with any self sabotage

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

You camouflage you're image i'll sabotage you like i'm biggest

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Decode the code of simone were the beaches waves erode

Wrap his throat with knotted rope and hang him from the balcony

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

No need to decode, but yeah sometimes the truth blows and you trade blows

And shove my rhymes up your ass and declare you a fraud.

If you thought it, it better be what you want

Behold, got shit even paramore can't decode/

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke

Champagne is on the house, cocaine is in your mouth, your neck is knotted

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit