This is a song about "Doing your chores"

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

If another teenager whines about doing boring chores,

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

Now i never did chores but of course my parents divorced,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And take these official papers and start doing your signature"

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

I left you outside to let you do your business, all you was doing was a loop

They've threats with time and court and chores

So i went down south but i ended up north

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Do my chores... before i explore your intestines with a fork.

Get your seat belt on bitch, we're doing this my way

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

Seeping thc from the pores, i ignore, the rules the chores

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course