This is a song about "Hannah has boobs"

Your soul has already been sold.

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Water nowadays has lot of chemicals

Money back on my mind

Aristotle has arrived

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Your ship has sunk titanic

Oh you're a guy oops!still like your man boobs this is a rap with no hooks its like/

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

The stupidness volcano has erupted

We be in the party like we own that bar

Has music come to an edge or has gone too far