This is a song about "Jizz on a nigga"

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Now standing on the podium, you understand nigga

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Mors westford on a nigga with my axes of fury

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

Nigga i'm a beast on the porch

I'm the type of nigga to put reproduction on pause,once i walk in a room everyone

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

Wrap em up in jizz like its my version of a cocoon,

Boom! run up on a nigga wit the dope lyrics.

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Popeye, a-rod, get one for the go, know a nigga on his spinach

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much