This is a song about "X rays"

Roll up niggas be like sex

Plastered like a platypus x3

His venom he spray, reaches like beams of energy rays

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

And plus hip-hop is dying, so my raps are like the laser rays,

Convertibles with turbo jets

Im proof of them man. (x2)

Ain't finna peak yet

I slapped an x on your head

I ain't an x-man, im the fucking next man

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.