This is a song about "Fishing tackle"

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Miss the risk of fishing digits off a bitches

Flaming wrath, i'll lace the crack, drop hooks like a fishing net,

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

Chasing after a dream lining up the tackle

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

You couldn't drop a decent line even if you we're fishing

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

I dropped an elbow on the one tryed to tackle me down

My plans laid just right, fishing in the moonlight

Killa never let the drama slide