This is a song about "Telegram"

Note: anything in brackets is intended to be said fast, its hard conveying flow in text

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

Almost at the finish line

There you lyin’ a rhyme

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Send you down a frightening path

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

But if i flash to much/ i look to dangerous/ my mom knows the look in my eye, its lust/

Vaporize jets mid-air during firefights, my minds eye making lightning violent,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Reflect the raps that flow out spiles text

Huh, got to get better with time

Can you faggots keep up line for line

Send them niggas, they gone listen like we wired up

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut