This is a song about "Ish"

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

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

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

I ain't got time to swag nigga this is monumental

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

I can do it all and it ain't no problem

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

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

The water i drink is gray-ish green, not sure if it's water or a creative scene.

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

So the day i leave the earth like on some vacant (ish)

Simple lines to golden from rapping and ish

Oh its over whole time she knows this

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

But i'm leaving town in a little bit