This is a song about "Can t have someone"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

They have bitten the filth when they've wit#ness-#t his wits

But at least you have someone to lean onto

And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Someone help me! i dont have a hook to end

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

20 racks really thats sneaker money

More than someone can hold or even see.

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Leave it to me and i can take my anger out on someone again

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when