This is a song about "Caterpillar s"

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

A thug niggas in tha house

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

I'ma eat my way into your brain like a fucking caterpillar

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Im happier when high and drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers