This is a song about "A compound"

They are the coaches in this

Spit a poem or a diss

Its a challenge breaking a habit

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

I'm a sinner. i'm a churchgoer.

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Its gonna be a a test

Carol city or was it the west

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

And i got that bait, they all bad

What a bummer, what a drag