This is a song about "Rot"

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

See you rot,on the same banana,make your bars slip

Let him rot, trod on his yacht that's the plot give him a fucking blood clot

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Whatever half-assed ballad that you'll leave here to rot,

Motivation from nipsey or glasses, jay rock

Off my rocker so im not to hot but ill chew you up, leave you to rot

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Id rather him rot from within

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

It's been years, but my brain doesn't rot so fast

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

I'm coming in here for a goal to rot this