This is a song about "Herd"

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

If you ain't herd bout me yeah hola it's nice to meet ya

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

I ride alone, through each sick word, so fuck you and your suckin dick herd

But i just divert and exert this seemingly inert absurd word you herd

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Me and my herd will be the greatest crew that you will have ever heard