This is a song about "Loaf an jug"

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Confuse onlookers, as this crook is serving you from a jug

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

An insane lunatic

Back up on my fly shit

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Its an imagination

It ain't where i been

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I rip smiles off rappers keeping them still like loaf.

I'll bust then i'll run an,

Fifth wheel on the back just hang