This is a song about "Renewable and nonrenewable recources"

And their mothers and fathers

Tryna be some mobsters

Flyer then the rest of them

And get it again and again

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I wish i could live with no fear

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt