This is a song about "Biscuits and gra y"

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Its the same thing ever y day, it strikes some people as odd.

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Shout out bieber and nicki

While all those ships go tips(y)

Get your world crumbled down like biscuits

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls