This is a song about "Hittin waps and how much green i got and chillin with the squad in the bakery shop"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Wild and out bad trippin', that's the body i been hittin'

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

I'll fuckin slice your tit off with a meat cleaver and stab you in the head so much

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

How i ever got in so much pummelin',

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

Few clowns was hatin', moved my pounds to dayton

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Like i'm stuck in a screen and the colour is green

How much i stabbed and press.

Baby i’mma mess, mess

I work for weeks and lurk the streets learnin how to earn the green/

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream