This is a song about "Way fares comment karma"

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Doesn't anybody even comment? look at props that you got,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

Hard to imagine karma that people get

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Can't wait to see your karma come back around i am not coming back

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Karma seeps in to the hearts of the weak

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

*original lyrics, comment if you like, comment if you don't*

Because this rap is like karma

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama