This is a song about "Girls weed bongs fire rappin dog rick ross and pears"

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

Kiss a dick and lick it little slick rick followers, swallow,

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I spit this sick as shit and slick as rick, diss the system,

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

No, man that's grossly fake, like rick ross and drake,

And your grieving because you were fucking screwed dog…

I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk