This is a song about "Rotten disbelief"

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Your shot is rotten, now we rised up, ain't stopped the plottin',

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

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Haha well thats where you're wrong pal, this shit is rotten

The news is applauding them trodding over the rotten corpses

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

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

Best be prepared for the outlaws

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws