This is a song about "Licking my skinny part"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Ripping and, drifting a#side like a part of my souls been taken for #life

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

There must be some part of my brain missing

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

I write about your part in my life life life

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

I will fuck a fool up i dont care if im skinny

Licking picking and ticking the package,

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Maybe so, there is no laying low, we all part of the show, are y'all catching my

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I start off by dissing bitches my part of my mission riches

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Dc has never seen such progress

I just play my part make moves like chess