This is a song about "Ionic bonding"

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

We lost connection and i don't wanna reconnect it

Try to chase me now ima back out the grip

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Our relationship is worse than we left it

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

In these streets might slowly lose my grip on sanity

Blunt in my mouth and my hand on the grip

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

You left in a bind baby sis crying

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

Wind up and been bind to where society assigned/

Before i'm breathless ill reconnect and join them with adhesive,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings