This is a song about "Kissin on my tattoos"

Man the people kissin' cheeks of the devil, got to hell,

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

No snapbacks, no tattoos y'all heard how he said cash rules?

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Look that is a typical bar trip watch her pants slip while she dances kissin lips

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

Beats on repeat, have to get my mind on my side

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Gotta take my dreams on