This is a song about "Love song about moldy pizza rancid butter and flat beer"

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

It's been too long since my last love song,

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

She's every love song that i love singing

This how i hear it different

Leave ya rancid, we advance and

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

And i'm not about to let my lyrics become flat