This is a song about "Legends of 8 bit gamer"

Drip a drop of acid on my tongue lemme trip a bit

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

But none of yall got worry dont worry just a bit

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Lets get a bit indigo here

Tearing us apart bit by bit

Well, i can handle that

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

She bit down and my dick cracked one of her incisors.

Yo 4-bit, yeah i called you 4-bit look at me i'm 8-bit

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

And build the beginning of better brains with a bit of belief.

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees