This is a song about "Biscuits and gra y"

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

But y can't you fucking see

And losin all his money

Get your world crumbled down like biscuits

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question