This is a song about "Result"

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

The real result will end with your #funeral, a #skewed #sickle till your #pupils #grow

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Check the thesis, reese's pieces result

I am the result of years spent revising,

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Cause you are the result of being inbred, its called incest,

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

I took a look at the problem and result, my life is the aftermath.

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

My rhymes result in friction,sure you need lube,