Frank Leone - Karats [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 2 Frank Leone]
Skinny Motherfucka, Monticello Reppin'
Weapon in the trunk, thumpin' thunderclap to the heavens
You goons x'ing, rude two shoe stepping
On the wrong song, ponder while I offer up a lesson
Flow so sick, you'll be dialing 9-11
And you misses simmer down, I'll be with you in a second
Fleeing from the heavens, your queen named Kevin
Seven labels on the line, rhymin and I ain't even flexing
A second of your time, I'm acquiring the swag
Gotta liar of a Dad, higher minded in the lab
Mad cackle, rappin' wack. Finna bring it back
Stackin' tracks, like I'm Doms, on a homicidal dash
Fleeing from the meaning, I'm Sweenie Toddin' you meanies
I mean it you scene, beanie-rocking carrot-topping ferret
Don't care if you glaring fucks' larynxes can't bare it
I'll bury your fairy ass in the Heroine Gold Karats, bitch