This is a song about "142"

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door,

Two white cups and i got that drank

Pooping - having a blast,

Cuz ignorance is bliss

When am i gonna finish this?

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut,

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

With a fistfull of poop,

And all you cute

The marathon of this game always changes in pace,

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

That shoebox shit, over with,

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

That we can't forget the past.

I’m coming back like light-skin and