Sponge bob and patric

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I don't need no props b/

Chop you up in the basement like my name was patrick bateman

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

And now that i’m getting money

U about to get murdered b

Imma take over new b

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

My name is razor b

C’mon and let’s chill baby

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v

And all women who had light features, see