This is a song about "Making my stepmom moan and making her tits hard"

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

Missing her beautiful lips touching mine, making her pur

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

This insomnia, making my head spin

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

And just because my fate that i hate making enemies

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Fuck your rumor i'm back, me and my boys making this a camaraderie

But regrettable lines and all those failures were making my consciousnesses forgettable

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Its all bout music with stunning words and making you my minion

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Let me tell you right now, my feelings are vacant and i'm making my rhymes sacred/

The game and making new sounds

Hundred k in twenty-two hours