This is a song about "I ll pimp out your misses"

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

U ll regret cos i ll give ur ass a nice red glow

Like i could make you my misses, this shit is ideal.

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

Cringin' when i listen to you spittin' disses, no hits and all misses,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Iaint tryna hurt nobody i ll just spit some verbs

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Talk shit you ll get an axe to your cheek walk quick

I gonna take it really nice and slow

I,ll win every single fight i won't get low