This is a song about "Shackspeare macbeth"

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

This bud burns fast but the damages come slow

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Leaving your gore to pore, hoe u ain't winning so stop being ambitious

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Bitches pursue me like a dream

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

Inside we're all the same, equality is commodity it's not about

It burns inside everytime i rhyme but i find there's no way out (no way out)

I'm feelin like a king,

Or the chick leaving

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Burns like furnace urns, and you take your turn to purchase it,