This is a song about "Surgery"

I wanted the money and never the fame

When i'm finished, you'll have surgery in your brain!

Leaving you circus freaks needing emergency surgery

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

To give surgery to your lyrics, theyre going to get lit

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Fresh out the cut without the surgery

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Cover surgery prefer mine over

They say nothings ever free

Will leave u needing surgery

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Its like surgery being tried by a hospiral nurse

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Bring him home so you can watch as i take this machete and conduct illegal home surgery,