This is a song about "Results"

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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

Battling sanity often results in hilarity

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

Luxury life, results living bad

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Until they have to go and collect the results

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Sometimes it results in a permant sleep.

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Yet we blame others for the results of own insanity.

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

There'd still be niggas out killing