This is a song about "Brandon gill"

Like the mad hatter's bad bladder

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I'm going back to cali

Now it might sound cocky

People jumpin around when they hear my sound

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Take my wrist and slit it

And i must admit

My sim card's the bomb

// [you can sound the alarm]

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

If i see your face ill get throat slit

Cause nevertheless i'm the best you check ya mesh i'm plastic

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

I got a green bag with them blue strands

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,