This is a song about "Biscuits and gravy"

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

See, i'm second to no one

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Living young and wild and free

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Shits getting so easy, maybe you could call it gravy

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

Have no souls indeed

And kill yourself and your clique

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

And a fridge and some broccoli

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Hit it til your make up missing