This is a song about "Finn sucking toes and being fat and shit shovelling shit down his throat"

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

And i've been jotting shit down before i started this movement

Secret society all we ask is trust

And his shit left on your pavement

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

And they tryna to lock me down like they own that shit

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Wrap his throat with knotted rope and hang him from the balcony

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

Wait till he gets close enough to get his throat slit ''oh shit"

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Disconnect, reconnect, and stay on your toes

Only ever leave the house to get his fix and shit

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that