This is a song about "Lsbd fl"

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

Dc, man over money

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

This red flood, that was a mistake. i'm always on time, but never too late.

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

1 shot, 1 shot, 1 shot - you have to take it

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

As i light one for ill will

Please pass me the vial

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

And sipping the jack they pass

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

And then throw our shit out and hope that we could get out