This is a song about "I got restricted"

You got fired i got promoted

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Lift the flap, and u will find ur mind in a restricted path

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Restricted by your habits, your family definitely can't have it

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I think i got two livers

When they twist and talk with they fingers

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

Restricted by your habits, your family definitely can't have it

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

See i got freedom of speech but i’m still being restricted,