This is a song about "Kittens socks fat guy"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Rock a nigga out his socks

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Click clack with a switch fat

I know what you do with that

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

School and friends and kittens like i did when i was nine

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

Walkin my ass to school with mismatched socks

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Dreamin on a lullaby

Plant a seed, kiss this guy