Let's start this story backwards
I'm dead, she's dead
Just another, "Black lives matter"
And if I die today, I die a bastard
Tiktok rapper, part-time YouTube actor
Pop my shit then a muscle relaxer
Intergalactor, worldwide capper
(I have thirty shoes and put 'em back in the box)
Like, voilà, the Looney Tunes back in stock
I'm little Miss Stanka Pooh
Little Miss, "Who are you?"
Little loose screw
Fur hat with the kangaroo
Who wouldn't knew, who'd of the thunk it?
Who'da got the ball from Big Moo and who'da dunk it?
If this relationship was left up to you, you'd have sunk it
Talkin' out my ass, and that's my assumption
But, that's my conjunction
I'm runnin' back to you like a fat kid at lunch-in
Please
I'd swallow my pride before I choke on my greed
Show you my cards before I gamble my seed, uh
F*ck are we talkin' about?
What's the discussion?
Sharin' memes with the chairman over some English muffins
I'm just shootin' the shit over some pretty production
And it's still not enough of somethin', needs more somethin', somethin'
Who's that creepin' through my rearview? Thirty-somethin'
I'm not nervous, I'm just concerned for rest
What if I die a Taurus? What if I die on purpose?
What if it wasn't even worth it? What if I'm rockin' the thong?
What if I choke on a slurpee? What if I make it big?
What if my car was exploded while I'm casually pumpin' the gas and smokin' a cig'?
What if my life was Holy?
Loaded, pile of shit
Whole lot of pussy and a whole lot of dick
Whole lot of bills and a whole lot of kids
That's it, that's it, that's it
That's it, that's it, that's it
That's it, that's it, that's it
That's it, that's it, that's it
That's it, that's it, that's it
And if those the only fears that I'll take to my grave
I'm pissin' on you hoes, livin' or dead