This is a song about "I despise you that is why i put glue on your thong"

Or i might just decapicate you and put your head on display

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Every line that scribe when i'm high on a cloud make you wanna despise

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Your body on my body baby stickin like some glue

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

I rap sharply like i spit a tack at you i stick to the track like glue

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

Got your bitch in her thong no bra on. bout to beat that pussy up, man i dont give a fuck.

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

I just step up in the club pour it up on a bad bitch that be wearing thong.

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

You aint a threat i smoke you from a bong and blow you out into a thong

I put that on everything

Straight g thing, double m g thing