This is a song about "Dead greek boyfriends"

Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna

Drop bombs more then the greek legend medusa,

Even when my dreams are dead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Kick back and know yo son set

Now you wish i was dead,

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

So if i do call it's just a check

Probably die getting some head

Your raps are so brain dead

All you niggas dead , dead fake

At an extremly alarming rate

And could i be a star

Whip bitches with greek tar.

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Stop spittin on this mic please, spend it on your boyfriends dick