This is a song about "Content"

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

In sight explicit content i emphasize

Only content when no one else is present, staring at resin the last in his possession

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Rules you cant comprehend, pretend to be content

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

And than i am content, intend to keep going

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

Your content is fucked up,what the fuck is gay tea?

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Constant complex content

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Admit it you fanny fucks,youve studied my content

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest