This is a song about "Blake bog"

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Sick the duck, nut up or shut up, blake griffin with the dunk

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I feel that my rhymes spill and they mind bog-gle

I feel like im a clipper cuz im dunkin on u posers like blake

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Someone's missing out in the crowd, momma's out there shouting i made it, yelling so proud

Of an elderly man with diarrhea with no bog roll - when his back is out