This is a song about "Im with my bitch"

I was raised to bump the illest shit, not a gangstewr but im certified hang with killers bitch

Mainstream artists are all retarded illuminati makin profits off garbage

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

Bitch i found my path, still in school but im not good with math.

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

In my herb shuttle with a white bitch feeling lustful

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

See you was there every year when i needed you

Bitch, im the shit and i keep my fucking tissue

Rhyming steady as i slice yoir bitch open with my machete,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

And he gotta fresh twist cause he cool with my bitch

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch