This is a song about "The n64 rumor mill"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

We have nothing in common

The bigger the the fun

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

They offered me a mill, just starin' at the duck

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

They offered me a mill, just starin' at the old duck

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

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

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

I am sorry but you got grinded by my mind mill,