This is a song about "Jabba the hut"

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

In the heat of the summer,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

The more battles the better the flows

X's and o's, you must be the rose

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

A criminal grind nigga

I bring the heat like the