This is a song about "Must thai"

I just keep feedin, em i must admit

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Of breaking through this shit, i must

So you obviously must swallow.

You know i be teasing, though

Top ranked, number one my son

A feeling i must overcome

He's feeling stressed, he must transcend/

Nigga i ain't never scared

5 times i must repeat it, then 5 times must delete it.

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

It must of been drugs, or silly distractions

And my momma keep smoking that shit

You must be getting faded