This is a song about "Get attached"

The gats got its own mind, with a psycho attached

Better hide ya ho, ’cause she bound to get snatched

I got crap attached to my back

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Psycho jacket attached with brackets latched and fastened in a bridle fashion

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

My mixtape needs a warning sign attached so you know i'm dangerous,

That's my cash flow; the mass of the ass attached to my last hoe

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

This great pain, feels like im captured-attached to a chain

I just write that right by a mic stand

Lyrics i hurl and swing with no strings attached