This is a song about "Im on some real shit snitches"

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.

Because there ain't no coming back from that

You hunnybun on some sweet shit,

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Hit the soothing spliff on some buddha shit

Keeping em' shook chanting for hope,rhyming like me is hard to do like you and

But once u make shit changes for real.....but on the real...im a take..dis moment,

This ain't a diss this is some real shit, i'll represent my color until i die g shit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Cause im coming with the real shit and i lyrical typhoons

They on some undercover shit

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Im not from this planet,im on some other shit,your rhymes get smothered quick