This is a song about "Your my tresure"

You just working with the scraps you was given

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

Put my foot in your casket

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Lyrically put my hand in your head and then jettison your skeleton

Yea your gna love my sound

My niggas clownbring a pound

My niggas doesnt like your type,

Look, now roll my j tight

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

Your first and last mistakes are my right because your dealing with

Close your eyes my face is

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces