[Verse 1]

No stress no trip

This is the story of my solo rip

Every line like a brand new whip

Bitches callin me the ace of spades

Cuz every girl I met gets aids

My career was beginning to fade

Making raps just to get paid

Prison rape and nigga apes

My music was no longer my escape

Shitting in the closet, watching my balls drip

I realized my life was one of a slave ship

Speed in my veins, no longer in pain

Bitches want to hop on my solo trip train

You beginning to complain, taking my lines in vain

Bitch, listen as I make these lines rain

Oh, and a hook ascertain

[Hook/Hook]

So fast ,so clear

So fresh, so dear

So light, no drear

This is the story of my solo career

All fire, no smoke

All hits, no joke

These are the words that I have spoke

Make money, make bank

Make power, make rank

Make fast, make jank

Welcome to the world of my think tank

[Verse 2]

Now lets bring this shit back to court

These one liners beginning to become their own sport

After ejaculation, I still produce a dry quart

My verses so strong, haters can’t retort

Living life as if i’m the MVP

My blood is filled wth the HIV

Some may see this a problem, even a curse

I view this as a way to create a blank verse

Every time I rap, its my own traverse

Living a lie, I can't deny

My music career belongs with the 4.1.5

The fossas has kept my drive

Some may call it dumb, maybe a threat

Starting a solo career without a mixtape dropping yet

Do not fret, we are adept, once you hear our lyrics even your mom will be wet

Dropping the first album without breaking a sweat

[Hook/outro]

So fast ,so clear

So fresh, so dear

So light, no drear

This is the story of my solo career

All fire, no smoke

All hits, no joke

These are the words that I have spoke

Make money, make bank

Make power, make rank

Make fast, make jank

Welcome to the world of my think tank