This is a song about "Rot"

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

I'm rapping hot like lava while you rot

His flows a knot, his songs rot, a blood clot,

So take the stage just show me what you got

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Pain n drugs leavin our brains to rot

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

I see bodies laying on the ground and all they do is rot and rot

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

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

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

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Try to stay fresh rather than something that i let rot,