This is a song about "Lemonade sticks"

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Pinning and sticks in its ways

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Sendin kanye to the frozen aisle for some fish sticks

But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons, make lemonade then

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Always knocks anybody down who sticks in his path

Prison prisms, twist the lyrics like licorice sticks, hits 'em,

John rocket atlanta's bravest know that i'm awesome

Sherm-sticks, rollin' blunts, smokin' up, and dope is cheap,

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Frozen in dismay, set upon sticks high, bloodied just for show.

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow