This is a song about "Roma"

Amateurs! like bond missin' mission parameters

To all of rap's questions, drive like jackhammers,

Throwin up the tre got a fat ass in my way

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

Win the grand national, i'll get some capital,

I kind of find the shit a bit irrational

Chockin' until my last breath, to a memory that was slashed

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

You fake niggas like great and randy u go unnoticed like the capital of

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

#paired like #analogies, i'm earning #capital, you're the #lesser #g, that's all from me

Got forever endurance, forever under purists

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