I Create new habits, like recovery for a crack addict who’s half manic Im tired of this fucking pandamic That dont domt even mean shit like tossed lettuce Pull up on you with gadgets 12 gauge you domt get hit with bullets you get hit with fucking fragments I get this money and stretch it like alastic cause im not fake like plastic all you niggas lame all you niggas basterds i eat good fuck yall immma be the fattest i fuck ya mama she just helped me climb further up that latter Got good with my numbers and my fucking mathematics they like have at it so i figured it out in lattice they can’t grasp it matter of fact you a fake savage lay your head on the table I’ll let a fucking mace mash it it’s Fantastic get some color in your life might just have to fucking paint blast it that’s tragic is what they’ll say as you lay down in the casket it ass backwards... my nerves hurt like I’m in church dropping a bible verse bout reaping what you sow and you get what you. fucking deserve always tryna teach you but you never fucking learn in your bed you lie, the truths kinda hard to discern, if you ask if imma believer bitch im fucking firm, like wait ya fucking turn you’ll get there eventually in a casket or a urn , In all the shit going inside my head , it’s a side effect of Xanax and psychic meds my sight is red, it’s the like the final death, ripped ya head off ya shoulders and the fucking spine was there Like I ain’t know you had a backbone, looks like ya sacks grown, I’m on ya ass bro, tracked ya down through your tracfone Nd let the fucking gat go