This is a song about "Barnes and noble"

Fuck that noble shit, it's our country, debate with glock clips,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

I call it speaking tongues

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

You make zimmerman and sterling look like noble peace prize winners yo

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Sometimes i think, what i need

And stop playing hide and seek,

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

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

And i'm dizzy and spinning

In my drawsring, ring, ring