This is a song about "Got your bitch on my sick"

Your bitch is like a kiss from a rose on my tulips

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

I'm not normal, i'm norman, put this bitch on lock and be sick

Your bitch can't get enough of it, got her hooked on it like crack.

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I've got my foot on your shoulder

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

Lyrics the bitch got an internet on rap battling time spent, but my

Got your bitch in my sheets

When you're reachin' your dreams

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

Raps so sick your mothers got syphilis

Mama told me it'd be days like this