This is a song about "I m going to fuck you in your pussy"

When you write your lyrics your going to go mental,

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

Now i’m ready to fuck the game up, nigga

I'm going in but i hear the phone, your gold ring shone

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I am going to sink in mortality

Your bars are pussy faggot and dead as fuck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

I'm going to bury you in this box i made outta your own kitchen table

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will