This is a song about "Lemme get the plunger fuck my moms hid that shit"

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Fuck all of this, lemme just get sit down and breathe maybe get some weed,

Just a little sprung but don't call me on your period

Cause i saw the positive on the stick you hid

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

You fuck her in the ass, oh shit that your boy manny

That regs shit, i don't fuck around with, fuck those mids, only puff the loud shit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

And not say shit about it on the next day don't do that shit. fuck all that bullshit

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

You're emotional bitch, fuck your period

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

Tryna break my shit? then you fuck around and get billed hoe

My moms turn-for-the-worst are turntables/

Together all the timethought it was true love