This is a song about "Major"

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Wit my kin that i came in wit

So good bye, and should you major this bit?

I’ve never seen my neighbors

She was a major curse

Professional shit fuck bitch corporal aerospace major

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

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

More major than frajer cakes baked; man, they got the cons right

And ill hiss major diss gave you a lisp

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Over the whole head space saved for major

I chill now, cop a lil' ice later

Of a waiter but the way i'm dropping shit is major

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her