This is a song about "About my freind dorcas"

- picking by pages, about to show my flow/

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

When my days are numbered and i got nothing to whine about/

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Braggin about my area 51 laminate

Sceptical about friends more than my enemies

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

I like to use words about my wife.

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

So i can just rap about my mistakes.