This is a song about "Results"

Sometimes it results in a permant sleep.

Ain't seen his seed in 14 days, that nigga too weak

Luxury life, results living bad

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

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

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Come around the real underground then expect the results,

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Yet we blame others for the results of own insanity.

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

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