This is a song about "Lemons and limes"

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Dc star, a pg legend

And remember what i said and

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

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And get it again and again

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Fake niggas get dial tones

And nasty remains and bones

And kill yourself and your clique

Indubitably i'm too street