This is a song about "Can t think of lyrics"

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

I can think of a sicko that'd do that, i know a few.

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

I hope your listening to these lyrics so you can

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

Just because i look hansome don't think my lyrics are rubber.

Cuz all i can think is...

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Do you approve of my lyrics?

Blew money like six crips

I spit dope lyrics, then people think i'm buck at the top,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not