This is a song about "Zac carver"

Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

I steal shit to make money cause i'm a starving artist

This guy's a choke artist

You know i stick to the script

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Walking around i see a statue of freddy krueger

My artist skills are fading,

Flapjack, ooh he bring

An approximate artist a tad off at his marksmanship

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Momma always said id end up a trouble maker