trap rap taking a weed a puff I go for the money I go for the money manage my money marriage the problem merging the tracks rocking the city high like a king but always low key get the kiss plus bad kids since then am tough and rough no laughing ain't bluffy like pump gat a gift hamper me and them bumper to bumper till then I gat a master plan I met a caravan on my way to Maryland into badlands Sunderland fantasy world synthesising this sizeless bitches senseless points like anoiting oil never annoying so nuisance talk of the devil and blablabla always devicing them vying for mine death tramautising so many as I make an escape inthe night am so tired up but so timely can't be nice is that right try a fight with me I'll bite you like Mike Tyson or Ali so aimful like python making moves like Pythagorem thereom plans so mathematical rhyming with punch lines my game for gain again and again no reigning more I stand out even if it rains hail to me so sofisticated everything catered for vote for me henceforth watch me I used to aid them with braids to the eight term but their brains used to pain like painting or just plaiting flipping pages their hair upon bare minds of bustards maybe they retarded doubting every outin and fitting suiting me zooming me like zombies or Bobi wine gat one wife upon all wive inthe lifecyle a fool I guess that's malice and envy vying for buying mine soul lots of pounds but it haunts in the middle of the night so don't follow my faith