Built a house with bones so good, I own Batman if I need it, my towers so full of h, now my enemies anemic, so icy that’s my gang if you last you blast we mean it, for the snitches I’m baking pasta with my chef who is viniciean. Leave em floating the potamic with my dc men called from Easton, the price of that lean have us all fed, lsd cubes hitting the stores moved a thousand tons, knew I’d be big time, but was born a bastard so this here for you son, land and guns cars and islands, my sculpture Gucci d down and will be placed soon near the Eiffel, ak pistol, and sniper rifles, hit ya hard like the Bible, and deeper then tattoos that are tribal, my water like waves that are tidal,.. I’m not small timing I’m plug walking from the lab in the mountain ranges to Houston Vegas and Atlanta, in the clubs, have the women bananas, money blue like Atlantis, moving on queen Victoria cruises like I own the titanic. More cards up my sleeve than gambit. My shoes the answer, smoke to cancer with mansions , if you need it I got it for sale, if you want it, I got that raw that hot stuff for the summer, bands
So bad. Don't quit your dayjob, not that that would be a problem cause you're clearly too young to have a real job. Smoke to cancer with mansions? You just sound like a 7 year old putting words you've heard together but don't have the first clue about. You own batman? You pay a chef...and then also do the baking with him...? Sounds a bit gay. Like all I got from your post is that you're a really young kid who might be gay.
