This is a song about "Results"

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

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

That moschino shit is so back

Luxury life, results living bad

Your resentment just furthers my results/

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Until they have to go and collect the results

I don't even wanna know what kinda results we would get

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes