This is a song about "Kyle le"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

And a mother who will never le-eave me

(ball so hard) let’s get faded, le meurice for like 6 days

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

When im in the rap game if they say that, ill put them in my duff...le bag!