Node Trouble for the Dogfather

Yo, you heard what happened to Tank Gritty? Nah, what's up? Man had a vision. Music, culture, technology. Put the artist first. What the hell even is a node? So where's the album? Exactly. Then Sean John comes around talking nodes. [bell dings] Hold up, turd burglar. Time is ticking toward what exactly? Jimmy, 50,000 nodes, zero songs. Even I can't calculate that con. Somebody owes Tank an album. I'm the danger. [upbeat music] Tank is my best friend. Sean John going to kiss the curb, fo shizzle. Then we hit him before launch, la-tee-dah. Going to punch his little chin nut. Wait, phone just changed. Clock says 30 minutes. I'm the danger. Crew, fools eat curb justice for dinner. [rapping] Heavily invested in the soul. Every move you make has got a salty flavor. Losing control. They claim they got the hardware locked. But the nodes are seeing through the plot. I sense you hunt for all the fakes. Checking the receipts for all the stakes. This real