This is a song about "Guardians of galaxy"

Or know them testament verses

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

She likes the way it hits her lips

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

The malady a galaxy of self-fulfilling prophecies

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Instead of living this life of violent crime

This kind of reminds me of fishin'

And they all mint condition

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Feeling, of appealing

Fill up a buster, my skill is bigger then a galaxy cluster.

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother