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

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

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

I keep my money neat

Your playing my shit on repeat

With all that infinite wisdom, can't you come up with better shit.

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

I’ll forever be on that lavish shit, comin thru straight ravaging,

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Washed away the mirror, out my mouth come random shit

Rappin is my profession so i always come up with fresh shit.

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

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

Hello in these past few rhymes i have revealed my life i wrote no sugar coat

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries