This is a song about "Disstrack aryan no cussing"

Every night i stroke hoes

No, no, we are not those

No, no, we are not those

I gotta teach hoes

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

No specific pick , no particular list.

No money no talk,no energy no walk

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Spitting on the side walk cussing on the curb

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

With no guns and no shields

Lights please, lights please

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

No conscience, no need for resilience

No hesitations no waits

For the occasion, paper planes