This is a song about "Im at my dads and you should come over and hang out with me yo"

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

At least my lines don't come out like yours-weak and malnourished...

Aye, hold your head homie, look

And while your at it you should

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

You can try to come at me with your generic lyrics but theyr nothin to my lyrical genius,

Bitch come on and come at me with your weak as

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

If you try to hang with me you should see the true me

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

Come over here and let me recommend

Who should i hang out with the preps but they always send me threat letters

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Tryna come up with words and im cummin at their throats,