This is a song about "Gross i"

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

I realize as i cry everything i have i owe to them

Gross and sick is it to see 'em

Killa you already know harlem

I cannot explain, i cannot.

That's how i got the weed spot

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

No it's not, it's gross (gets the people going)”

Look in the mirror

Damn i think i love her

Get on a song

I think where i went wrong.

Cause i promise (cause i promise)

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Flow so gross i infect hosts just from when i breathe

My bitches brighter always saying lights please