[Monologue: Keisha Plum]
I'm spitting on niggas souls
Day dreams about bullet holes
Pretty face with a heart made of stone
Sociopath on a throne and niggas still catching love drones
High off Keisha Plum pros, silk taffeta by Alexander Mcqueen
Most hated like Idi Amin
Niggas is phony, they weak to me
Poetry painted like a Paleo masterpiece
Champagne bubble bath, the angel of death sings to me
Hitler wears Hermes 7, but you won't make it to heaven
Sadistic thoughts like Adolf with a third eye
Pistol down your throat, can't wait to hear your mom's cry
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels