This is a song about "For 9 it s plenty 8m kind of drunk so we can set off on your level keeping"

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

On whole new level of offensive,

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

So just put the fucking lotion on or set me off

You better sprint out the building cause we bout to set it off.

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

We have plenty of corners you can accommodate,

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

I'll created thunder on your rain, increase the level of pain,

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

So now i ain't gonna be so kind because we all know that your phony,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

We were together for so long but we dragged it on,

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

So we gonna get on your fucking nerves til u bend it,

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit