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

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

The shit he envisions and this is his vengeance for the

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Cos his father was away and he didn't give a shit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Make it home round some like 6, to eat well and get fat on some pun-type shit

-zi when it comes to rap and jottin' down shit, formulatin' plots,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

-zi when it comes to rap and jottin' down shit, formulatin' plots,

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Stop being afraid and get heart, i'm the shit you ain't even a wet fart

Only ever leave the house to get his fix and shit

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Just for being a wizard i'll slice your toes off and stick them in the freezer