This is a song about "Marketing pottery"

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

You could strike lottery, with a hammer harder than metal pottery

Killing is my hobbie, fuck harry potter nigga, i finna kill dobbie

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

And yes i'm genuine that's why you call me antique

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

You already reached your peak, your slowly turning into an antique,

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

And yes i'm genuine that's why you call me antique!

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Definitely melting your mind like melting pots i'm melting tops

Hearts darker than black i did this for a marketing act for the views

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice