This is a song about "3 fists in her ass bitch just tripled in class"

Cuz imma fucked up nigga, fuck her in the ass then i ate her for dinner

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

While yo bitch ass caught up in the bar

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Yo randall, i'm half of what you are in just 3 days

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Makin yo bitch get on her knees in some thigh highs/

In 1 , 2 , 3 blaw i will get your ass fucked and you know how

I’m so foulx-rayin' every girl blouseforgive me, i’m back calm now

Always been just a stick in the ass!

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash