This is a song about "Holly the slag"

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

From the bench to the ball

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

The more battles the better the flows

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Smokin on that holly jolly

To cali, to cali

Yeah bitch this date's done

You're the snow, i'm the sun

The realist in the game

Straight shots don’t toast champagne