This is a song about "I can t think of lyrics"

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Without you baby i don't think i can manage

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

Don't think i can hold a relationship

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

So many of you can think you're nice,

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

The good kid from the ugly city

Good think i can spit or i'd be sinking to a life of poverty

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

So don't come at me, all i can think of is having a gun at me and killers behind me

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

I relish in recreational thought writing labyrinths of lyrics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks