This is a song about "Libster megs and pheebs"

It's late and you stuck in my basement

And remember what i said and

And inhospitable,

As i light one for ill will

Tats out and my hair long

And once i'm dead and gone

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Living young and wild and free

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

And more than confident

Grab the scissors and saws and

This is oh so much like getting votes

And nasty remains and bones

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

And some strawberries and some chocolate