This is a song about "Flos mutter"

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

My lips are twisted i talk like moaning

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

If i speak to my wife i speak in the voice of murmur

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

Everybody quiet i don't wanna hear a murmur

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

I may be bleeding facts but ur just moaning lies.

But focus, its all hear, this strange voice whispering into my ear

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

I see you have mommy issues but put on your muzzle.

She'd be moaning all night long while you write a new song

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Guns so big my barrel is a double muzzle

Just intentions to impress you, if capable