This is a song about "Bryson kidd"

My bitch is great, had a dinner date with william gates

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Like the show the following? the part where joe carol dies?

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Cause every song you make, joe, is really ho music

No freemason if you an athiest like william bateson

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Bored, so i'm packin' bowls / faster than the hands of an average joe

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Like my name is joe scottie

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Puffin' on stramonium. 'bout to go pro like joe and them/