This is a song about "Football kill drugs fuck marks"

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Fuck your wines and your drugs, i'm higher than the world

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Most delectable skin, bare marks of heat, excitement, its a score

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I don't give a fuck whether or not my uncles on drugs

Addicted, no the fuck way not to drugs, but adapting to these rhyming thugs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Fuck your ratchet hoes, i kill the mic with spasmatic flows,

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

It's clear to see i'm dope as fuck like drugs inside my sinus nigga