This is a song about "Beating the dhit out of ricegum"

I know y'all scared i can tell by the way your heart beating.

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

Punched the shit out of your consciousness, your light's out

I only roll with the real

All of the hair from out my hear

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Is the one where i'm beating you

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new