This is a song about "Your rhapsody"

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Turn on rhapsody starin at my dad's vintage cleats

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Black fours red drop head doors

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

When you spill out hits

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Your on fire.. your on fire

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Right flows down and they might go nice