This is a song about "Dam"

Yes sir, please confess

God dam imma soul mess,

Silver skin packed to the rim dam that's juicy,

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

So no im blazing a biff of the dam grade haze

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Bounce to the dam slap an ounce in me hand,

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

No god dam way of communication

Its evident that i come across so dam relevant

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

Looking at me now dam i just look like my fuking dad

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back