This is a song about "Viewers are morons"

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

If you ever feel alone and

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Others are cocksuckers, and the rest are blind/

That gal want me ride har

Thunderstorm while u are

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Holla out my set

Skies are black, clouds are red