This is a song about "Rotten disbelief"

Lil money i pay my own bills. shut ya eggs up for they rotten

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

My lyrics are a toxin, its quite rotten but bitch i'm a spartan rollin on dubs like a

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Your rhymes stink, like rotten bananas in a trash can,

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

Shoutin and poutin, becomin rotten, your swing plane's forgotten

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

The news is applauding them trodding over the rotten corpses