My nigga, I'm glad you said this, I'm glad you have that position We don't believe you You need more people, give a fuck if we came from the same claim, lil' nigga, we not equals Balloon sucking depleacher cerebral turning your brain into a swiss cheese pool You a prankster, drug addict reboot and for that, with this pen, I'll play Max Keeble [?] I see you spreading salacious hatred like a bitch I fucked on a beach cruise Then hopped on live off some lines, begging for the God to leap out and tweet you Shit is pitiful, your pockets fucked up, but over here, shit is plentiful You tried to piece it up behind scenes and even say, "Shoutout $ilk" in that weak ass interview But I get it, dude, you quit chicken flipping and started whippet hitting, then got addicted and threw a fit 'Cause the shit with Rocky won't clickin' then smirch the God for attention You was suckin' my dick for almost ten years Almost as long as your bitch you currently with was sucking Trey dick in the $20/night cavalier, you fuckin' dumb blonde Can it, Brandon, your career face planted so you threw a temper tantrum, started scamming fans for merch pre-orders to get your fix demanded How could they ever trust you again? I know I wouldn't believe a word a junkie said, he'll steal the TV out your house just to puncture your skin Sehay's a eater, say, "Hi, nice to meet you," with the meat cleaver you used to cut the chicken into equal parts Before dropping you in the grease and cleaning you with the de-greaser Ain't talked to this nigga since he left the group And ever since, it's been Twitter distance, indiscriminate lyrics and pretending to be Lucki's spoof The love of your life is just a slut with a price After Bari hit, she sucked Trey dick and he ain't even wanna fuck 'cause he said the pussy smelled like shit, nigga All my niggas legit, that bullshit you tryna spin will never stick Birds of a feather flock together, that's why niggas tweet like pigeons with scripted fiction tellings Niggas dropping pre-recorded tracks and callin' them disses I rolled a spliff and pinned the scripture of my mom's kitchen while eating the grit, she so gracious, nigga This nigga's burnt out, fell off, his whole roll out a fake tell all, and all them drugs already beating your ass and getting you stepped on This a spiritual lyrical warfare The God body versus the part-time chicken distributor, Lucki and Carti hard copy that hang women over balconies You a fraud and everything you talk is a fallacy He really mad about between him and his bitch, she the only one with all the bodies he claim to be catching for streams For surely, I get him gladly Package rap, black baggy then ship back to the past when you made good beats actually You can't destroy what you didn't build But in your case, we gave you the skill And the sound that you claim, it came from Kahlil You couldn't roll a blunt until you fucked with us, nigga Now you just a junky [?], it's such a shame that once was said to be legend now was just a fucking bum You had to sell that funky bitch you with to pay the rent and get a bag of fent The bitch was so predictable I'd do a whippet too if I wasn't having shit Your mom should be ashamed of your actions, kid But I'd never disrespect that woman that had absolutely no adding to your current manufactured taxes of grabbing dick I'm feeling a bit Savvy Been waiting for war as I sharpen my sword on the steel of your casket Make a cold pussy revert backwards to when you were Kasper, nigga But you the new Jackson Hanging bitches over balcony your new passion Spreading lies on Twitter and beefing with niggas your claim to fame and it's truly saddening But what the fuck you expect from a nigga named after pussy? Nigga, you never had no pussy until you had the pussy every nigga done had and then after, you took it Talkin' about we burnin' shit And if we is, we probably got it from your bitch, since we just lying for clicks I believe for certain Brandon, esteem curtains Or whatever you want to use to hang yourself with and hover over the surface The Percs got you hurt, itching, livin' with no purpose and then uncertain I'm in the very same loaf I went to church with Just to personally deliver you with this sermon that your desire so passionately burned with Thank you, Brandon Ay, thank you, nigga You bitch ass nigga, suck my motherfuckin' dick, pussy ass motherfucker I ain't gon' tell 'em, I ain't gon' tell 'em you pussy, nigga, I'mma just keep it between me and you, bitch ass nigga It's the God, baby G.O.D It's me They say, "The good die young," nigga That's why I'mma live forever, nigga, I'm magnificent, bitch ass nigga Ain't no more motherfuckin' Divine Council, nigga That shit motherfuckin' dead from this day fourth, bitch ass motherfuckers It's DBSB, 3272 G-L-O-B-E, A-B-B Forever and always, baby, yours truly I love you