This is a song about "Floppy and cupps"

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Put the purp in the blunt

Social conditioning and

And kill yourself and your clique

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Lady at the frank stand will

And inhospitable,

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

And nasty remains and bones