This is a song about "I want to have sex with my mother and have daddy watch then join"

You have to be in some stupid cult that i will never join here this "no"

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Then i might have to redirect where my missiles were aimed...

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

We fight then we have make up sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Papa said that i did not have a mother or a father to spend time with

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

I have emotions that i want to express,

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

I have my weapon and nothing to lose

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed