This is a song about "Feminist killjoy"

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

I got the best you fucking dyke jew

I don't wanna damage you

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

So fast, can't copy

Makes for a hell of party

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

You're asking for some passive facts? i've got a massive stash,

Party player? light up the pretty led/

I work hard for everything i get

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

And they didn't realize till we grad jew ay tad

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

Radical larry, party, and bullshit