This is a song about "Fuckin slut boobs ass"

Or backing down, come here slut, let's talk/

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Not as funny as his fuckin silly ass brother,

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Time to break your ass down or make a new fuckin movie reboot

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Ishe like when i do her rough pass the mic to mike so gorrillas fuckin ppl in the ass

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

I stack da fuckin notes, actin like i'm a broke ass//

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Kicked the door down to murder this divorced slut

And when theres booze their is boobs

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And my weed man should just sell flutes