This is a song about "The bagel machine maker dies"

Like the show the following? the part where joe carol dies?

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Spitting bars like a technical machine

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

But i show the black machine gun funk when the time is right,

We're all cursed like that bu the maker

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

All for a prize / the winner gets to pick how all of em dies

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,