This is a song about "Hut up"

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

You pick all off them up

We dated, we broke up

So i ain't giving a fuck

Still be needing to grow up

Uh ha, you know what

She bent backwards/ face up

But you know what

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Rapping i then came up

Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut