This is a song about "Harry moody"

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Killing is my hobbie, fuck harry potter nigga, i finna kill dobbie

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

You're #presidential but #you #don't #do #shit like harry truman,

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Though this wasn't magic or happiness like harry potter

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

I've had a fuckful of your moody episodes,

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

Pussy and patron make you feel alright