This is a song about "Ginger"

Talk about all the wrongs with barley any good things,

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Make jollof with lots of pepper, so i stay hot forever

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

My life is like a bubble i am ready to pop,

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Beach on the weekend

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Like the movie the collector im fucking sum one up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Shut the fuck up little cabbage-patch activists, class slackers,

Sheep to snake, shaking those two feet to hate

Redbox flow and i do not date

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Untill he hears a pop and gets shot.