This is a song about "Erin schmidt"

Taste the chowder as i waste the founder

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Fuck it lets fix this find a gunsmith near distance and get this bitch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Taste the chowder as i waste the founder

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

With the eyes glazed over, "boy, you ain't schroeder!

With the eyes glazed over, "boy, you ain't schroeder!

I wanted a brother my mother i told her