This is a song about "39"

39. i'm the key to the facts,

She do it with no hands

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I'm a battenberg nigger that plays for high stakes./

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

With these cheese that i'm chewing they should call me stinky bishop/

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Rap game mr. kipling with the way i bake cakes,/