This is a song about "Heath spinach bridgmands and harry potter"

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Popeye, a-rod, get one for the go, know a nigga on his spinach

See me and you we almost had the same outcome, heath

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Only to become a potter

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

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

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,