This is a song about "Ginger pubes"

Not obvious, it’s like a piece of shit

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Chasing after a dream lining up the tackle

One day a bed

Bitch i am in your head.

Boom it hit the head headshot,guess im a little dreamy but its okay to die

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

As i light one for ill will

If you want beef thats musical,