This is a song about "Toenail fungus"

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

I'm a lyrical acrobat among a fad of bratty gnats

But make sure if they do see

And had a good black friday

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Mixed with diluted cider brewed with, tools from al-qaeda units

Now turn around and let me see just what you curve like

Start a war, genocide, but we're the parasite

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

My four-four's givin payback

While i freakin' spit black

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Last time i checked the president was black