This is a song about "Haters keep a hatin trolls keep a hissin in their mouths ill be a pissin"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Hey i took a look in the corridor we keep getting nearer

I always keep a gallon in the fridge at my apartment

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Keep a gram in my pocket,

Keep a few associates in case theres a doctor that you wanna meet,

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Keep writing and develop a sound

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

My words are filled with havoc, keep 'em in a cabinet,