FTL_Sol - III [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

You are now in the mind of maniac, a lunatic
Jesus Christ on the crucifix, pussy ass niggas better Google this
The whole kit and caboodle pray you don't outlive your usefulness
Slay you and clean the room so when they spray the scene it won't be luminous
"Who Is This?!"
Nigga with the wings and the horns coming through to destroy this shit
I worked really hard on this project just enjoy this shit
Cuz I damn sure do enjoy your bitch
If she keep coming around I'ma have to buckle down and probably just employ this bitch
And ain't no telling how drunk a mother fucker getting when Sol out balling with Roy in this bitch
Toy and get lit, or you get split
Machete for your 'fetti settle scores in this bitch
Write these notes, Forbes be the list
Trying to make it, before I hit 40 and pissed
Fuck the glory and glitz
I just want more than these hoes and these pimps
I'm on the road to the rich
Try me, like me toe to toe with a shrimp
From the North with a limp, of the South no doubt
It's Mister Cold As Ice, I got a South-pole mouth
And a South-pole mind, I'll sell a snout to a cow
Or sell a dream to your bitch, then drown the accounts
More loud than allowed, less tats than I should have
I ain't hollering at hoes, less ass than I could have
Let them come to me, cuz that's what I'm good at
Stop by in your hood, with a snowflake no hood rat

"Got Kush Pack?!?", been did that, "You smashed her?!?", been hit that
I'm Master, you riff raff, I'm Casper, you stick back
Ain't nothing to a G, going up like 1-2-3
Going in like Drake plus Weez, make life of that A through Z

Day by day, I live it play by play
Stay my Forte, no K-I-A
Okay okay, it's okay with me
I say fuck the law, we obey the streets
Command the strong, and slay the weak
We slaughter songs, decay the beat
Like Donkey Kong, I'm trying to invade the Peach
So my life's a movie, one you would pay to see
Shit me too, but lately three
That's them other voices, but it's mainly me
I ain't all here, I'm sure it's plain to see
While I fuck the world my parents watching painfully
I don't know anymore, I'm existing aimlessly
Spitting these written thoughts, cuz they're too cliche to read
Like a bad poem, before your "I Do's"
Reciting moments in these high school haikus
So if you want, bring your bride through
I'm ocean deep in the end like typhoons
I'm all 7 Wonders, Winter, Fall, Spring, and Summer
We doing fucking numbers, your trap might boom

"Got Kush Pack?!?", been did that, "You smashed her?!?", been hit that
I'm Master, you riff raff, I'm Casper, you stick back
Ain't none to a G, going up like 1-2-3
Going in like Drake and Weez, make life of that A through Z

Tell 'em...

See I say fuck the world and let that bitch abort it
I say fuck the world and let that bitch abort it
I say fuck the world and let that bitch abort it
Fuck if you support it, said fuck if you support it
I say fuck the world and let that bitch abort it
I say fuck the world and let that bitch abort it
I say fuck the world and let that bitch abort it
Fuck if you support it