This is a song about "Ish"

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Apparently i'm autistic-ish, does it show? maybe

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

You irish cocky bitch you're on my-ish level but you rebel

And im not puffin on the green or snorting (ish) white as pearl

My heart'll turn pitch black and cold if i split with my girl

Simple lines to golden from rapping and ish

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

But i cant give much (ish) away cause im tryin to be discrete

Blew them outta #water, with a #fin-ish blow

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though