This is a song about "Mitch and patrick share jewish foreskin"

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

And won't ever share unless there's a benefit for them

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

While im rapping like emniem wayne or drizzy these nigga being patrick

It's a battlejust for tha big money

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

Ice tea and skittles, ima share it like my last supper

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Have you been living under patrick star's rock?

Laughter as i share raps and i rapport

I got soul, there's more in store

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

No one can compare to the feelings and the love we share

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share