This is a song about "Your on benefits"

Now it might sound cocky

Your words engraved on my body

All my shit designer

Your on fire.. your on fire

That's word to my mom

Feel your chest on top on

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

You'll be pressured as the seconds tick, so surrender your benefits

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Jam out on your damn couch

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Feel your chest on top on

So keep your hats on the rap's on so get your strap on

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

From out of nowhere

Your pullin on my hair