This is a song about "Lilo and stitch"

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

The way i stitch like a pissed off prick rhyming shit with a sewing kit

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

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Try to jack and i will attack

And like to boast and brag

Fuck around wit my niggas, we give you some stitch.

And these artists don't need me they already rich

And inhospitable,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

And stop playing hide and seek,

And remember what i said and

But got comma’s in my statement