This is a song about "Alto saxophone"

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Rebound ya sounds off the back board

No one goes to the oven to silence their whistle

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

My bitch wanna spoon late in the afternoon, this bitch that i consumed,

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Your clan with power and then an instrument,

"mommy i can rap!" oh swell son, that's nice

We will never die, we are forever alive

Creator of natural disasters i'm the greatest disaster,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him