This is a song about "Do you even lift bro"

You wanna fuck with it just come at me bro

Ironically it subs like a hero

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

Lift your spirits. yet you give elementary bars, when most your listeners,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

What you do ain't even called sucking each other's dicks

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

I can do a quick fix, but sorry bro, no ticks

The world looking out, they on the front row

Before a bare-handed, fight, and kill you, bro.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Bro do you have something to say? i'm a receiver and also a sender,

Whore momy that i didnt do it, plus boy, i can say words, you couldnt even fuck one

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine