This is a song about "Va va voom"

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Not w/ your niece on your lap holding you down

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

Yeah, now here's the memo

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

You can run from them you can run with them

Ain't finna peak yet

I'm writing this off my head

Fill a glass, discussing universal healthcare

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Walk right behind you being invisible

To make karma come faster than she normally will