This is a song about "Lord chin chin"

That shoebox shit, over with

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Naked skin swimming, my chin forbidding

My dad ain't have no hair on his chin

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

Lord just look up lucid

I know what you do with that

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Caught the one with the mace dead on his chin

(make a) girl's kitty purr on my chin after i've been in her

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Tryna put her chin to me