This is a song about "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

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

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

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

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.

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