This is a song about "501"

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Because they scared when i spin knobs

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

Shout out bobby on hundreds

In jaws is where my name staying

Same '89 camry that needs painting

Penncounting pennys over tha years

And chicks dig my tongue twisters

I'm the shit like i got the shits

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Like they're giving me a rim job

As long as we're cooperating with god

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Scat porn with corny lines consistency of grits