This is a song about "The ever so boring life of annie smith"

Nah, shit, my life is boring shit,

Bitch you should see my wallet

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson

Like wolverine stepson attacking a deadly weapon

The story of my life ive never been so lucky

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

So i crawled to the highway of life and took another route.

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

So sit back and accept the blessings of this life,

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

And life was not satisfying so you changed the course of it

Of the book of your life

Right flows down and they might go nice