This is a song about "They kill someone for visa"

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

And you're waiting for someone to come and pick you up/

And i hate myself for being angry at someone so tormented,

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

As a figure to someone that they definetly want to be

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Acting like they can kill me, rapping like they can harm me,

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

I don't kill the beats for me they go commit martyrdom

The struggle for the rhyme is real realistically speaking rhymes can kill.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Someone shoulda helped him out but they doubt

Your down for the count boi here its first kill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still