This is a song about "Explicit n contageous"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

I'm explicit so you just bloop me

More explicit than monks,detailer than dork

I style on new york, pile up my fork

I get excited n all when you make me cry n crawl

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

Hot shots to your sternum n melon have u hurtin n yellin

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Bet i get like 8 of them

More mistakes could be made ‘n

A lil, signed, sealed, delivered

These explicit n illicit raps you heard