[Verse 1: YM]
I'm a politically resistant ass n***a, I persistently lose, and consistently move.. I am the god of hip hop culture, I buy expensive demons and we plot the torture
I spit bars like I'm dripping blood, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm a FUCKING god

[Verse 2: YM]
N***as keep hating, they can't understand how I do my shit, I need respect cuz my skin is colliding with road spects, I fly in the form of demons, your hiding your skin under the weather but where the hell is Katlyn jenner?
Dreaming bout your ex's provision but she couldn't afford all my affections, bitch to bitch always change my shit.. My year 3'ooo, I'm on the studio like I'm on stage but my mom can't even get in the way

[Verse 3: YM]
I pull up grenade's in your face, planting your ass is like tying my lace, gotten so rusty now I've gotten insane
I'm paid in full, I'm too eager for the fools.. It ain't safe with the seriousity cuz I'm quite dangerous just apparently, that's why when everyone dies WHEN I'm still alive. We would've left in pain and this world we're living will never be the same, my n***as don't try them, so I'mma fulfil my life like it's long live YM!(bitch)