This is a song about "How bad huddle is at editing"

But how about y’all look at whoever is leading the people,

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

And it's nasty how bad you're about to get blasted

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

About how she was a bad mama, mama said "fuck 'em then"

Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

But how about y’all look at whoever is leading the people,

Your dream movie? i'm the clearest copy

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy