Decided to try out a radio-style trap rap verse for the hell of it. "Sipping, sitting, stumbling when I'm drunk off Bacardi Lifting up my weight with bars as hard as the party Y'all folks be hating art, saying I'm speaking just malarkey Just know I don't be leaving far, hot as a safari Starving for the money, I'll be hungry more than cunning When a monster inside me growing, ya know a concert be Because we running And if I might be flowing and stunting Ya know these triplets be liquid Cause it's always bumping Cause Migos (me goes) crazy, offsets my percocets We slow rarely, often working checks So sparsely, coffins turn these bets And I won't die, hear me, Nothing alive can burn with the best"