This is a song about "Heesh bosh"

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

I wanna kick his tush, but i was six and shook

All this garbage and it's nonsense, divided by the catholics,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

As i'm watching the snow fall

Swag never off, all i know is ball

Nothing else matters, fuck all that other crap

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

You talkin nonsense we let that baretta spit

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Waiting for the shot to escape, this nonsense and frustration

A prophet of catastrophic, balance between nonsense and logic

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Then i'm off to play a game of ball/

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall