This is a song about "Metric and custamary"

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

And get it again and again

Living young and wild and free

20 racks really thats sneaker money

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Don't gotta wait long

And once i'm dead and gone

And like to boast and brag

Where the black girls get their weaves back