My lyrics grab you/ shake you a little and then they slap you/ my shit gets casual/ like my grandmother taking her capsules/ I used to be bashful/ now I drink rum by the glass full/ I seen the top MCS y’all talking out ya ass fool/ I’m like the grim reaper/ collecting heads like jeepers creepers/ never stingy with the clips professional street sweeper/ stay on your girls hip like a 1992 beeper/ I’m like Aries Merritt professional hurdle leaper/ start pushing my buttons my heater/ start giving out fevers/ and don’t label me a cheater/ cuz I’m the wack rapper beater/ I got big homies that’ll turn tyrones into skeeters