This is a song about "Ken carson type lyrics"

Oops i found you now take this hi-u-ken like ryu just saw ken

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

I be giving work to the kids

// waiting on next lyrics

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

No dedication, they argue it's because schools don't teach creation, ken ham

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

I aint the type to get comfortable

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

You seem the type to get easily offended,

It reminds me of marvin gaye and carson mcrae,

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play