yea im ruling this game just want the fame all I rap about is money and hoes yea u got the fame but u only got that fame with that wack ass flow I still able to knock ur ass out with one blow this is all I know still be hearing my raps even when I die i still be riding in the mastruati listening to my raps yea everyone want to rap like u with that weak ass flow rapping about money and hoes and u dont even understand that u got for foes all I want money and the hoes I want cars and things I don't even need spend it all on weed all u do is rap about that fake shit u never needed to work for anything got things handed to u always lived on the rich side of town u never paying taxes on shit cuz u r a celebrity never had to work for shit always throwing a party quit using that autotune don't even test me boy still be able to out rap u can try but u will put a dent in my soul but with that weak ass flow I still come out on top u pack with venom and u have the rythem but u missing the heart