This is a song about "Spirit origin cabin thief billionaire football suitcase cruel tribe soul"

You, you, you have to pay for that

Like football your ass smacked dad

Haven't it already bare in the common thief

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

I'm on the block as usual

I think the world's just cruel

Hi my name is chris, i'm a weed thief,

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Assassins are stabbed in the back of my cabin

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

To bring devilish destruction upon a customers spirit

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Millionaire, wanna be billionaire-

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Oldest nation on this earth

Football jocks and performers