This is a song about "Gta knifes girls tv food guns outside booty titty savannah asshole books"

I miss my cable tv

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

For the record, this not in the books

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

It's apart of her goal

Rhymes i shot up your asshole.

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

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

This ain't gta, grab that ak, brace and run this archaic district/

Not only had the fiend died

In the face of the outside.

And all they know is books

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

Titty, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here