This is a song about "Beans"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

But my momma could'nt even afford beans

Feed it beans, it's gassed up, if it thinks it's stopping me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Not of sound mind eatin liver with some fava beans

And has the magic beans

All that ass in your jeans

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans

Im doper then dopamine,overdosing on coke and beans

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets