This is a song about "Figet spinner"

"how the fuck we supposed to screw, you're only two inches long"

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Screw god's blessings i scream fuck you

That everyone else has our very same frame of mind

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

For thinking you clean

Wash. heights roamer on the scene

Early adapters agree they all late

So im sharper than a six inch blade

Fucked up the whole time frame

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Best friends in hospital i dont know what to do,go to some bitches house and just screw,

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

I love the way you walk

And i'm already at the top.