This is a song about "Vengeance"

The shit he envisions and this is his vengeance for the

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

My heart collapsed hard as train/i don't know how much longer my vengeance can

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Lets see the vengeance you spit in that sentence

I'll be coming for more vengeance bitch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

I don't really ever look for vengeance or want to get back at you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Infinite run on sentence, the mic is my pendant bringing vengeance,

The sword of lone vengeance/

Got a nigga seein things

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

And i've just taken my previous vengeance and elevate it,