This is a song about "501"

He say, she say, oh my god

Like they're giving me a rim job

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Wipe my ass with your lyric sheets

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

And now your best friend's having kids

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Only writing awesome hits

Because they scared when i spin knobs

Watching for hollow-tip shots

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

In jaws is where my name staying