This is a song about "The merchant of venice"

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

The one who em talks of

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

Raybands...hide the face of,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

Of the book of your life

Rollin' down the four o five

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent