This is a song about "Herd"

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

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

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

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

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

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard.

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

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

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word