This is a song about "Id rather stick my finger in a blobfish"

Your girl strokes my tip like she finger flicking a lighter,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Leg into place so i can dip into her inner river, i slither, in a finger,

You callin for a truce fuck that i rather attack and put ya throat in my grasp

Cause life's a tasktrying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still i ask

Stick a wolf in a corner and he's bound to bite back

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Always been just a stick in the ass!

I can get straight to the cash

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Id rather be a man, satisfied by a grain of rice

Sitting in my room at night wishin id die

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

And who's to blame?me. ive got more skill purely in my pinky finger,