(Verse 1)

I got a poppa lots of money

Risking stuff in the future maybe you should

Slow down on your words and get more education

More than not listening to anything

Might get dumber and dumber in life

Don't know how to speak words

Oh welp, i can make you go back to your fronting age, less and woah

Just shut up before i smackbox you in your frontal lobe

Bleed everywhere

Parents not caring about you

You should go reincarnate yourself

Murder won't happen here, non resisting suicide doesnt help

Wait a minute, whats your name

I can write that onto your grave, that would help, more better

So people won't forget about you, and your dusty corpse in your gravestone

(Verse 2)

Look at your puny hands

I won't care

Easily forgettable, scandalous

Stealin' peoples money

Contraband written on your files and papers

Oh i can't help you, police will bust down your door

Get arrested easily, slow depression