This is a song about "I will cash you out at the till"

I hope you will till you die

We was high school peers, in junior high

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

I got a beautiful girlfriend i will love her till the world end

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

You will be out of cum before the christmas, mate

And truthfully girl you really make my day

Never will i be, you look at me breathlessly yea.

If i don't get props for my rapping, #colons will launch the #fire #at you/

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

That's how i got the weed spot

Till i come out on top,

Rappad will improve me i know it will, look at the improvement i've fulfilled

One thing that you niggas must acknowledge, i beat beats like a tantrum scottish kilt

Keep on smoking till you pass out is what i believe in

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion