This is a song about "Someones mun"

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

I swear someones there, are you a scared?

But i hope one day someones gonna fuckin stop it

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Popping off bout mun but came last in the election

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Never become someones minion

Miami nights, ain't another one

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

You hit the wall like its another crack in someones ass.

Someones gonna make it stop

And i don't make no bed rock

I ended someones life with these two hands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Sittin in someones den in some denim,