This is a song about "8 inches"

Incinerating melody

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

4-3... yea, remember that please

Hater please, you 8 degrees

Realistically they really

The weed in me is real sticky

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Inequality promises

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Generating celebrations.

"how the fuck we supposed to screw, you're only two inches long"

I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

We're vicious but we can't seem to move a couple inches

Destination: desolation

I’m smoother than alopecia skin