This is a song about "Finding witnesses"

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

Getting rid or witnesses paying attention

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

I'm tapping like jehovah's witnesses, spit these raps, pack 'em in,

It's no wonder that you have trouble finding rhymes,

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

I hope that you're finding it better than some kinda redder heinz

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say