This is a song about "Aj and avri"

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

And a fridge and some broccoli

Try rising to the level of aj, i'm now in my heyday

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

And these shape-shifting hoes

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

They laugh and scream and leap

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And inhospitable,

Got to the end of the tunnel

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

And nasty remains and bones

And i don't think homes