He's just some Forex trader with no clear major
Call him the savior like born in a manger
Hit me on my pager, get back to you later
Handcannon, pockmarks, face full of craters

What's a man to do in a world like this?
Live my whole life to get burnt to a crisp
They open their mouth to regurgitate shit
With some coins in my fist, a .45 on my hip

cult rap hits different