This is a song about "Jabba the hut"

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

The streetz is aint the safe

But i'm not in the first place

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup