Blasting to the top like I’m Mr. Bezos I’m rich in Christ I don’t need them mula or them Pesos I’m like Dorothy I got my mind in tornados normally I’m smooth lava like Hawaiian volcanos I’m twisting like a ball from a bat of conseco I get As never dazed so don’t ever call me drago sweet like honey syrup on top of your eggo I’ll get butter, I’ll get bread, I’ll even get the Mayo I got bills to pay on top of bills, I got the skills to climb over hills so i can finally chill I survived combat so fears are what I needed to kill I’m a master cuz I took advantage of the GI Bill PTSD on my brain everyday I need to take a pill molestation could never ever break my will abandonment, abuse but never wanted a Dr. Phil I’m on top of my game even if I take a spill fighting off my demons that’s how I catch a thrill