This is a song about "Hope is bae"

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Rockin so much ice they call me snow bae.

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Swap the ram sticks, boot and hope that this is it

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I hope your day is peachy

I hope it is we and not me soon

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

For a fucken dog i guess there is no hope

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

I hope that you see where all this crazy shit is progressing,

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

And thats why u seen me all over ya bae, nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Don't complain to me - i hope that it is clear

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year