This is a song about "Hey its korte i ain t no shorty"

I'm a serial killer, hey rappad its now time for you,

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Hatred, drugs, hey no one can live there life sober

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

I got a stripper's lips caught in my zipper (hey!).

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

"no guns in this nation, hey why don't we try it?"

I got a shorty name texas and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Or never say never though i admit

Its your hit, hey its your hit, man i wanna quit