This is a song about "Super m made with milk"

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

I am the king, i am the one with the super bowl ring/

I've made calculations, with such a jerkin' rate

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Sayin shit, knocking bitches out with super saiyan fists

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

My super ego its my casino, lifes mosquito with power he go

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Every mal decision they ever made us live with