This is a song about "Ferdinand and isabella"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Patron black, uh, patron jones

And nasty remains and bones

So you finally got the nerve

And their mothers and fathers

Where you welcome to problems

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts