This is a song about "Mnt dew"

Resurrected like yew, right on cue, that's how i fucking dew

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Probably sitting there so lonely with a neckbeard and a mountain dew

Rhymes leave a sweet taste in your mouth like mountain dew

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

, what can i do with your mountain dew or even your fucken crew

Sipping on some mountain dew, cones i've had a few

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Im sippin henny while u sippin on that mountain dew

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Kill you off kindly, quietly, sweetly, sweeter than honey dew,

No, scratch that, mountain dew,

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you