This is a song about "Liam is a twat"

Yeah, since i was a knee high

The devil is a lie

Malcolm sex is still a

Who knows what the

And i'm still hurtin over pops

This is just a few bars

Bitch this is not a game

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Just to go to liv on a sunday

This is a catastrophe

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Talking shit because he knows for a fact his whack, ill steal ya missus an tongue her twat,

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

Life is a game of chess and mine is on a stalemate

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure