sitting in a room full of money bitch you can bring the beef that's just food for my tummy bitch guess I'm by myself I dont see nobody running shit make you hit the floor and make sure nobody coming in but I know what you'll be leaving in black tinted windows on the hearse your momma sees you in even made the bitch pick the casket that imma leave you in alot of people call me a bastard I never needed friends got the plan I promise all I gotta do Is beat em imma make sure that this mumble rap is as obsolete as a pair of Adidas or lil dickys penis I got the crown now please somebody show where my seat is