This is a song about "Flos mutter"

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

And still we've got that deficit, he drone strikes, then severs ties,

While you gasp 'n' you croak, my clueless rivals run as i chew your eyeballs whole

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

"make a fool of me" upon uttering a threat in attempt to self defense

& no one'll understand the words that you're u u uttering uttering.

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

She moaning and groaning, "a e i o u" no consonants/

Sorry bout the stutter, didn't mean to mutter

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Music is a soldier everyones a drone you're all mediocre

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone