This that boom bap, ya'll be looking dumb, ya'll be like what the fuck is that?
This be the godfather of trap minus the rap, so sit down and take a look,
at the weather map, these the facts, better than that dope shit chillin' in ya mama's sack.
Breaking your back, put it on a train track and send it to Iraq,
In a mothafuckin' body bag, oh shit you got lag, why you on the plane dummy?
I told you to stay the fuck off that since if you did I'd be clawing my way outta ya momma's tummy.
Yummy, that's the easter shit I got you last year, I think I had 8 beers and shed a million tears,
This is all of what I got, my sister's unborn ashes lay in a pot in a corner on a cot, but I want you all to stop.