This is a song about "Kappa fat pricks tits no score 420 blaze it london in best usa state i like pie"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I got a blaze, no faint fire

I'll keep her wrapped up tight like that guy in red state

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

I can't stand battling illiterate silly pricks

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Leaving your cranium split in half, like pie but this is a rhyme not a graph,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

I like my pussies tighter than a fat bitch in a girdle

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

There's no wonder i feel this way, always in a state,