This is a song about "Bocu no pico"

No affiliation

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Your man wale in his own damn lane

No set trip, no color claim

No, no, we are not those

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

No groom husband, no bloom

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

No no no guarantees

You gotta breathe and be at ease

When really i'm a virgo and the truest

No specific pick , no particular list.

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive