This is a song about "501"

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Scat porn with corny lines consistency of grits

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

I'm the shit like i got the shits

And the v12, that's on various trips

I only got four minutes

Only writing awesome hits

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Other niggas got the jitters

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

So here i am at the store for some chips

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Like they're giving me a rim job