Come on let the beat drop on the money and hoes that follow your name
speak on slaying the pussy, bitches it's all part of the fame
then have daughters and "kill any man that treat her the same"
flabbergast that they fall victim to the same pain
as they claim your the one to blame
because you were too scared to change the game
Laugh at the sidelines for having a brain
for not coming near because of the past players that came
when it rains it pours when running a train
so train the thoughts not to fall down those drains
for the beauty of life runs in the veins
not reflections in mirrors, that have grown too vain
If only fame had the balls to change the game
maybe the distance,dissidence, wouldn't be all that remains.