This is a song about "Major"

Paper's with kush by the bush that has a major stench

Fuckin' with my people well that's called the heath ledge

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Fucked around 2 or three times nothing too major nothing exclusive

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

Over the whole head space saved for major

I am that major legislature

I chill now, cop a lil' ice later

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

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

I major in bloodspillin, im totally committed to visions of killin chickens