This is a song about "Ing shit"

Bitch got all them booty shots

Straight up nagasaki-ing comic cons

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

No fuck-ing rules gonna stand in our way of a cor-rect place,

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

I'm stuck with that

This towns full of bull shit

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Ing to this finely adorned thing, my eyes see, were fondling

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

Saturdays we young lavish-ing

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

Then y'all should get this too he's no please-ing it's a fact/he's a criminal of feelings

Before my head gets steered, not hearing shit, man im go-ing crazy

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby