This is a song about "Goat fridge"

And cooked you like a goat meat hell wanna calling you

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

I always keep a gallon in the fridge at my apartment

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

I wanna slice open peoples throats like midevil sacrifices but theres no goat,

When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Worshiping goat headed deities and breath in,

And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road

Used to ride on a goat, now i'm living in a moat

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,

And a fridge and some broccoli

If you ain't about money