Intro

Uh, seven minutes in heaven with my accountant

Talking 'bout me kissing bands off by the mountain

It's their job to doubt everything you have won

We love 'em but just because my heart is a golden gun, uh

I mold future that's untold

Manifest my goals

Relinquishing on my foes

Incense baby, hand me the sage

The negative energy boo, I shoo away

This cadence is killing me should be put away

It keep 'em addicted they rehabilitate

I'm feeling conflicted, my presence a present you peasant

Been sentenced for being a menace to pussy **** feelings

With that said humanity been dead

They treat us like we mechanical pencils, we mislead

And fuck the feds

Some were foreign like fez up in Bora Bora

So please call coroners, this **** dead