This is a song about "Ain t comin down"

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Now look: the change has come

You don;t thin anymore

That's what rains for

We like to party

With the dog comin’ to pee

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Like this, be poppin' kris tha lyrical twist comin'