This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

There's a lot of religions like fish in the sea

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

My whip is new but i'm playin' old school

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

I mean turn up the bass

I caught a can of lipton in the sea,

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Tire marks, tire marks