Chris Goomba - Pound Cake Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Raised where ultrasounds are the new diplomas
And teens hookah until they coma
Feens on a stakeout for that aroma
You took the fake route I stayed in my zone
Stakeout for the cake, I avoid the corner
You kill people with wack shit, coroner
Make the beat moan like lisa, dreaming of a visa
Spanish but my posture is like visa
No thug life, or God's Son across the belly
But the rats stay tatted near the Cuban deli
Jet like an ostrich when
Bet the devil's alma mater resembles fort knox
Yet we saving money like time does with clocks
Yes Hip Hop is a brick still made from 80s rocks
Locked in my dreams, scared to go out
I'll renovate my damn self, I'll tear this floor out
Ya'll play dungeons and dragons
I'm actually in a dungeon smoking a dragon's ashes
Dragging Bilbo Baggins laughing maniacal
Like Dunn before his Porsche mechanics came crashing
Ill thought I am with the trill flow
Your mom will be wailing over your casket, no krill though
Me with this pen is like a widow and a dildo
Cash on my brain but that's the last thing I mind
Too much Shine can make you blind
So i remind myself to be humble getting mine
God working magic, I'm on his time
So my rhymes should have no problem aging like wine
I gots to get with it
But it's hard to stop sinning
Winning like Charlie till my throat's hoarse
My Head got God on speed dial, no Morse code
Parent's no longer parents they not teaching
More ocused on sucking they wallets like leeches
Common sense is what I feature
I'm Catholic but don't think i won't call out a preacher
Sad that many dogs are controlled like bar none
Claim they real but there's hardly anyone
Just saying my generation aces moral extermination
And if you need to be reminded, rewind to bar one