Barrel full of gasoline and still they try matching me
Plague with the wicked ways, it's back to the rapturing
Actually capturing souls in a black canteen
Open the cap and become blackened
Back to the back of the 'llac
Flicking cigarette ash
Got a chain made of crack
I smoke diamonds and laugh at y'all strapped with the gat
Like I'm actually scared to die
Pull the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ trigger, blah blah blah blah blah blah
Back to the back, eyes rolling back
Spent all my racks, spent it on crack
Spent it on smack, look where I'm at
Ain't going back, ain't going back