Numerous Q's - Stevie's Pad [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Numerous Q's]
I'm mad as fuck, stacking up some cash and run like I'm a robber though
I could flow it hot or cold
Knock 'em hoes like dominoes
Jimi's "Facing the Light"
We got some paper to write on then I hop in the booth to finish my night
Ill and I might make it, probably not
No stopping me, not
Used to be a magnet to pot, now I'm sad every song
So I had to make this remix, hope you're taggin' along
I'm a punchline fighter, knock you out
I got a one-track mind sir, or four-track cause I record tracks
I'ma rap monster, mad mongrel
Blast speakers or blast heaters at some fucking Math Teachers
Pissed at pussies like cat pee-ers
Wife-beaters and nice sneakers
I might beat up any beat that's coming close to me
Ask Devious if he could get any bitch to choke on "SK33TS"

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, NE

[Devious Hitman]

Ripping these rhymes like bong rips
Patio chillin' with some swishers in the clip
Got a fine dime snorting some coke lines off my head without a mind
Givin' me dome 'til we arrive at her home
Her Dad's asking why her lipstick's wrong
I'm a diesel engine running off some bud and twitter mentions
Rapping 'til I got a group of henchmen
I work like a placebo
A good student just ain't me bro
Nah, that's a lie stay in drugs and don't do school
Call me a philosopher cause I'll be flossin' with some fur

[Voluntary]

I'm writing this for free you could call it voluntarily
I can't jot it down quick, but I'll make it sick
First time producing but I produce a lot
You call it a little but I call it everyday
I'm kinda nervous but I got no worries
We're all here for the same reason, so I can keep the steady flow movin'

[Odiious]

Shoot a bitch in the face to show I'm getting serious
Up in Stevie's pad on the toilet shittin', furious
Peepin' in the locker room since I was toddler, curious
Fuck a bitch before a show hollering bitch hurry
This after party with some bitches always down to fuck me
Like those bitches going rough, bedtime rugby
Drugs do me, when I wanna fucking forget
Catch me in the cut while I'm fucking on your bitch
You mad boy? How about we face off
Bath Salts crazy baby, eat your fucking face off
Better say your prayers bitch, thank Based God
Trick you out your mula like I was Bernie Madoff
Sike, "suck my dick" like "Gees" was my theme song
Tryna get some slut bitches that I could skeet on
Think this shit serious, you got the beat wrong
Catch me with a ratchet bitch, showing off her cheap thong
Eat my ass like you was eating shitty soup
Wannabes copying you just a shitty dude
Good flow rhymes, sniff a quick coke line
Wonderin' if I'm the best, I really knew the whole time

[Numerous Q's]

DOPE RHYMES!