This is a song about "My brain is for me to use intelligently to diss you realistically like 911"

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Why you gotta have someone featured to diss me?

My brain is like turned to veggie

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

My lesson is simply testing why the fuck you diss me at all

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

I used to have a nine to five

I like to use words about my wife.

They use my lyrics to stick on me

Look it something they can't ever see

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

I swear that jesus is tight but you don't have to use my word for it

Use for my pleasure, to test extreme measures.

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Like the red you use to dye

And i know that your supply