A Song About Nothing

Uh, 8 bags, 8 bags, hands tied up like an arab
If she talking that deep breath,
Hit that bitch with a trey slap (bitch)
One shot, pinoy (?), end street, kill joy
You swimming in the water with the bees boy
I splash your bitch ass like sting boy
I don't sing boy, I spit that real
Rappers get closer end up looking like seal!
Kill or be killed, get murdered for your meal
I treat the surplus and I fuck your world up
Bitch ass nigga, don't make me fuck your girl up
Weed cocaine and Curl-Ups
Trill shit
I'ma spend this shit and I won't stop till I'm halfway nigga rich
That's crazy money
Ooh, I'm hazy money
Yeah, cake me money
Young black nigga, no baby money
Fuck you bitch, yeah I'm crazy money
IO (?) user not faze me money
Come up to the crib, can't take this honey
Gat to your face, pay me money
Car!

Yuh
Rolled upon, ready for the benz
(?) in the city and call it (?) I'm a lyrical, unpredictable
And the ladies I can be a bit physical
(?) in the way I water the beats and turn it into wine
Niggas really think that I wrote the bible
I suppose you could call this revival
(?) these games and I will enter (?) lane
Got a revolver, that's right bitch, feel this pain
I run through these hoes, Herman Cane (?)
Fucking hispanics, (?)
Sick with the (?) chain
Creativity (?) hurt my brain
(?)
(?)
I'm a beast don't forget my discipline, don't disrespect
Embrace my swag, don't reject, goddamn I go hard I had to reflex
Me flex these checks (?)
I mean perplex
In the house, duplex
Slam the beat, suplex
Fuck it!
Fuck it, just, goddamnit, ow! Ow