This is a song about "Catilyn jenner"

You're my reflection and all i see is you

My junk hang low like there aint no curfew

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

I swear they think i'm crazy

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Pour gasoline on her purse, yeah the bleached nurse

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Mastermind jenks back with another hit

Babies turn into shooters

Couldn't be healed by even a nurse,

I need to get you to a nurse

And you are not around like black fathers

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Its like surgery being tried by a hospiral nurse