no fronting im straight clumping up all of my money im bunchin bands of hundreds stay huntin for you like im missing something but you fast you track star and are finishing your leg as last closing fast baton passed ima reliable combatant when racing after faith faster than fast as i said when i saw trash embedded life of mishaps and piles been the laps of timed laps and and practice lap once then its full gas to max start twin turbo whines and or somethingrunner keep running because I'm be gunning every weapon i got up under you and your assumptions and judgements that youve mustered up when trying be something when you aint nothing you've gotta know you been faking all the love you placed on me and always stay lying because its all you ever done & i dont think im hang around any longer to recieve more of your torturous treatment and emotional consumptions that kill your last give a fuck when you hiding closeted skeletons army of evil departed from the devil and never settle for less than expected acceptance store all tjeresy of it in cache box stash with all my gats macks all of artillery ive grabbed and snatched so i can be militantly prepared for warfare atthe drop of a hand batman they call me batman