[Verse 1: escape]
Last night I had a bad dream
I was rapping as a rapper bragging
That I had bling on a badly designed trap beat
Signed to a label who could control me without having to ask me
Then I woke up and realized that I'm actually
A nasty, crafty, mad teen, spazzing, crack fiend
Laughing at the wack, weak, slacking, sassy
Crappy, aptly mass reacting drag queens, (you)
See at speeds that be fast we
Have to be madly action packing
Tag team athlete wrestling match meets
Dragging NASCAR chassis crashing
He traps, he gassing like black beans?
Joke, I'm cackling at Laffy Taffy wrapper rapping
Cats be that sweet I'm snacking happy
Ooh, I don't want to hear you brats sing
When you listen to me spitting give you jitters like you sipping on some caffeine
Life long musician that's significantly different from you bitches what does that bring?
Ha, well, sad things
An outcast that can out rap all your stupid ass kings
Ugh, that's me, bang

(it's all happening in 2016)
(everything and nothing)