Verse 1
This kid money stuff just took your power
Can you buy a juice?
Ugh it's so sour
I had to release my strength
And Put it straight inside of my veins
I had to use the murder weapon
I took it to... detention
I hope you learned your lesson
Hall of Fame brought it back to the game
I went straight to the steppin
And I took out that murder weapon
I took the Young Money power straight to the adapter
And got a super good rapper
I took out the murder weapon and stabbed Seminole Fan in the heart I looked back at it and it looked like art
Verse 2 ZoneMaker
Let the whole world on the fame
Talkin bout The Word of the game
I don't Like my time
My name is ZoneMaker prime
I like to ruin every single fun
Gotta take out everyone who will not f**
Talking kid money sounds
No rounds
Just took yo world
I just got on a tour with ya girl
Got the whole stuff and it's goin every time
Every time you see the man I say I'm Busta Rhymes
Crown time
Brown dime
Ain't nobody gonna see me in a round
I took the whole world out
None wth the hearts and none without doubt