This is a song about "Success factors"

Never run out or get exhausted, feel haunted by my own success

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Handling success the biggest test

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Knocking success in my chest hoe

Wale dc said we on joe

... a white lie to a eighth try; try of success till my lies become my only success

With myself,take the lube down from the shelf,put on pornhub and jack to my death,

I trap factors like a pig laugh or hangers

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

And i'm a just take another guess

Just for the slightest chance at success,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I'm including the factors of concluded disasters

Pretenders like actors after factors create dilemmas,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love