[Verse: Xplicit Sub]

Pass the fire
To pacify
These patho liars
Never passive with my passion
Swear that I'm the savage of rap
I'll ravage a track
Like it's a package of dab
And after the passin' of that
I stay high
Like a man on Mars
When it comes to beef
We handle ours
Yo the God just killed his son
Hand this man a cross
I swear these n***as ain't got stuff up in they head
They only rappin' bout bread
That means they some empty Empanadas
And they frontin' with the clips
N***a you ain't empty nada
My hill of weed
Help me empty data
N***as think they eatin'
How if I'm alive?
Bitch keep ya empty platter
Y'all got plenty chatter
But that's all that it is
Is chit chat
Cuz when the song play
You'll never get ya bitch back
Cuz I slit, rip, or split tracks
You Name It
Sucks cuz I'm not even relatively famous
But atleast I'm not on here frontin'
Frontin' bout my payment
How you claim the game ya house
When you can't even pay ya rent
I'm straight
But y'all got me way bent
Man fuck an intro
Y'all ain't even worth a mention
Just listen to this shit
N***a
Pay the fuck attention