This is a song about "Cashmere scarf around my face like a bandana"

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

I had my life turned around but the white flag ain't down, looks like we're going back around

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Why are you boiling like eggs, grunting at my face like pigs?

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

U have like im predator wit a dysfuntcional face

Wraps around my head and grips me like a lasso.

If you know like i know, you should lie low

I need my face on a black card

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Intestines wrapped around your neck like a noose

My sperm on your face like it’s a rainy day

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

I could go big, or it could explode in my face like a hand grenade.

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break