This is a song about "Moani and gabe"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Grab the scissors and saws and

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

And get it again and again

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

And remember what i said and

Put the purp in the blunt

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Good kids make bad grown ups

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And stop playing hide and seek,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried