This is a song about "Come thru coppin shit with my johnny danng on aayyyeee"

Your playing my shit on repeat

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

If u haze u might as well come thru

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Im the shit get round at me, coppin some dope, like someones cuttin the rope,

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Shoot blocks, coppin' huge rocks on the passin' hand,

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

No car key and i mean that

I'm on my figure 8 shit

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

On my big dick shit with intercourse that's forced,

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees