This is a song about "Bango kelly"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'll punch you in the throat and leave you choking on your adam's apple.

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Where her shadow cast, when she lands she'll smash like glass into the grass.

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

I don’t need no interruption when i’m making you moanearly morn, wake up, then you yawn

I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love