This is a song about "Results"

But i just scroll through them, like results on bing/

I lead the city in requests, but don't do nothing

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Yet we blame others for the results of own insanity.

So come around the real underground, and expect the results,

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Your resentment just furthers my results/

That's the results of you betta stay back, you can't rap heart attack.

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

And that try to look at the results when it's said and done,

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Until they have to go and collect the results

Luxury life, results living bad

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that