This is a song about "Just saying you keep fuckin up my weekin talkin bout uu down tryin to kick it in my streeys"

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

You think i'll get all soft just cause you're talkin shit to my mom

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

I keep my larynx hard, i got to give a nad kick,

Trying to rise to my streak i'll kick you off the ladder,in this rap battle you'll be

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Nothin going wrong just getting money saying it again in my song

Searching for answers, that's human nature, you ain't in the wrong

My name is in your title, dang, you tryin to promote me dude?

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

While i'm tryin' to act like i'm not 'bout to crap my own pants

I must go like fly route

You talkin bout you breakin out

She swallowed my cumm, it went down to her tumm, shes so fuckin dumb,

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come