This is a song about "Scarlett bunce"

Shits getting so easy, maybe you could call it gravy

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Throw her body off the top bunk

The nets could go 0 for 82 and i'd look at you like this shit gravy

I'm always rockin', never stoppin', devastatin' rappin' lady

Then your prolly on water

I'll got three rounds like stephen bonner

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Here mashing these beats and pouring the lyrical gravy

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

You're so drunk take a nap on your bunk, you’re dealing with stuntman, so be aware

And i need my turkey gravy and i need my kitty cat

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

Shit now i'm going to hell maybe i'll bunk with hitler,and we could take turns in