This is a song about "Bolsheviks and lenin"

And stop playing hide and seek,

For the low that nine cheap

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And a fridge and some broccoli

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And like to boast and brag

I don't want it on my back

As my name get bigger this game get different

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

And get it again and again

When they here today what you say to them

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

And remember what i said and