This is a song about "I didn t picture you dieng"

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

So i thought you needed a brighter picture, insight that withers/

I paint the perfect picture

Baby, you know who you are

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

You get the picture? i hope not cause i'm no punk

Whip purple and yellow, hello

Like i didn already know