This is a song about "Do the porcupine"

And with the little bit that i have left to do,

See you was there every year when i needed you

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

What the fuck do you do when your mother's crying?

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Im just trynna do the unthinkable

I do it for the classics

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

I can do this music the way i do because im wit

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I do it for the birds

Okay man you do the drop

We popping bottles, it don't stop

When you keep em right beside you

And the kinda shit you use to do,