This is a song about "Result no post sending forms are found"

I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

We had ya pussies flinching before the records started sending.

Pushing in my mama van

And post the shit on instagram

Some of you are lost and can't be found like the stolen jewels

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I'm on deck i'm up next

Sending faxes of her assets

Curse all art forms thinking its the right kinda style

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail

I found a way to prevail. while y'all are waitin to fail.

Live from the lamont's rose

No, no, we are not those