This is a song about "Fuck you your tits are shit"

If you say my scripts are shit, bitch you dont know your shit

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Every damn shirt you own is a shirt for showin' off your tits,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Take notes please, your lines can't capture shit are you joking?

It's all good, finna dog that

So you can talk your shit

Suffer is your worth you're ducking sperm tits jiggling

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

Look i have no time to play your lyrics are like eggs what the fuck are you tranna say?

Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,

Morty let me use the maybach back in may