This is a song about "Ginger hares"

Please, i'm diabolical, trees? i advise, pocket-fulls

Alerting a nurse casualties get worse with analogy particles

So i can stab his face and nut on his grave like mourning wood

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Look , the come up is real

But this real, fuck how you feel

Cause real niggas do real things

Soon as the stooly sings

My pace makes you start to race

Give players plenty space

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Look inside my closet

Keep a gram in my pocket,

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Still hot let's have it wait,