This is a song about "Long neck"

Nobody ain't own us yet

Just this mornin i strangled a neck

Talk your shit n im slicin at your neck

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

I was like a talking head but i had a twisted neck,

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

My choppa strap too long

We wrote this song

Intestines wrapped around your neck like a noose

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Look, by the end of this song

Hanging out here all day long,