This is a song about "Keeping your tongue out"

Imma best sell this shit at some thugs, and check out my tongue//

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Fuck it, i'm done

Toxic roll off my tongue

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

Keeping artist still like nappers,none of your raps matter,i know i'm going to

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Y’all never escape your past, it’s just hope but keeping the chains

My tongue brass your bum ass get run past i have

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

And get on down with this thc vision

Rhymes flow right off of the tongue

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Keeping your mind in disasters,i rack wins so much i'm a spell caster.

The club underwater, have em running out the front

She said slip this piece of paper on your tongue and