This is a song about "Lily bingham coop"

Go get yourself a pencil

I'm mental, it's instrumental

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

My doc kicked the bucket, so i said fuck it,

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

And poke ya eyeball with a scalpel at the eye exam

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Purchased bottles of honey, ain't got no spouse

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And be the honey bee

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

My only utencial i need to kill is an unsharpenned pencil,

To your counterattack i just counter it back

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad